A man lies on a palace roof in Argos, bored past endurance, waiting for a light. He has watched a year of nights for the one signal fire that will tell him Troy has fallen. When the beacon finally flares, his cry opens the Oresteia, and Western drama begins with a man announcing flame. Aeschylus understood something in 458 BC that the theatre has spent twenty-five centuries relearning: fire is a performer. It carries news, changes fate, pulls the eye from every competing object on the stage, and refuses direction. Each age of the theatre has hired it, and each age has paid the bill.

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