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7: Rehearsals and Razor Wire

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The rehearsal room was on the estate's lower floor — black walls, moveable panels, lighting rigs that made everything look slightly too real. Not accidental. Everything about this production was intentional in ways that only became visible after you'd spent enough time inside it. The space was designed to strip comfort, to remove the padding between a performance and the thing underneath it.

Huo Yan was already there when I arrived. Of course he was. I was beginning to think the man simply mat
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