Pittsburgh in the Round: The final day of Fringe started, admittedly, with a bit of delirium. Fatigued, processing all the mini-dramaturgical moments from the past two days, I was a bit beleaguered re-entering the Alphabet City bookstore, now on the sun-soaked top floor, ensconced in bookshelves. I wasn’t entirely certain what to anticipate going into Penelope’s Dragon
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