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CHAPTER 24: REPLACED
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"She's not worthy," Julian said.

The words landed on the stage like a dropped sandbag. Genevieve blinked. The unit director blinked. Even the light seemed to reconsider.

"Excuse me?" Genevieve said.

"You heard me," Julian said. "She is not worthy of it. Two scenes, a throwaway death, flattering lighting—keep them. She has real work to do, and it isn't standing in your shadow."

Genevieve's face went through its inventory of expressions and settled on one she rarely needed: genuine annoyance. But
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