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Under a flickering ceiling lamp, Crystal Pite binds spoken instruction to movement as two men begin a sequence already coming apart. A voice calls out: forehead, chin, chest. They follow. The words repeat and shift, confrontation easing into a tender duet. Then sixty dancers of the Paris Opera Ballet surge through Chopin's Preludes. The text returns in a darker space. A woman kneels beside a b...
