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"Cut!" Marcus yelled. There was a pause on the set, that rare, breathless silence that happens when forty crew members simultaneously forget they are at work. Marcus walked slowly onto the floor, rubbing the back of his neck. "That was... that was terrifying, Clara." But in that silence, Clara drew on everything

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