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Black-Humor-Episode-1-Professionalism第一章 专业素养 陆青北说"潜规则"的时候，表情严肃得像在讨论项目进度。 姚之之默默地把这句话记入了"娱乐圈迷惑行为大赏"的第一页。 采访结束后，她追上他，保持着一种"虽然我很崇拜你但我不傻"的距离。 "陆导，"她字正腔圆，"您刚才那句话，如果被媒体听到，明天头版标题就是《知名导演暗示潜规则，业内人士集体沉默》。" 陆青北转头看她，目光中带着一种"你认真的？"的困惑。 "我只是在开玩笑。" "陆导，"姚之之认真地说，"在娱乐圈，玩笑和新闻之间，只隔着一个标题党。" 陆青北："……" 他盯着她看了三秒，突然笑了。 不是礼貌的微笑，是那种发自内心的、被逗乐的笑。 "你很有趣。" "谢谢，这是我经纪人说的。她说我有趣所以好忽悠。" 陆青北笑出声来。 然后他递给她一张名片。 "明天来片场。" "陆导，您不觉得直接给人名片不太合适吗？" "你刚才不是在提醒我吗？"...0 Comments 0 Shares 4 Views 0 Reviews
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The Last BastionThe sky over the Last Bastion was the color of a bruised plum, thick with the iridescent spores of the Void-Eaters. We were the final three thousand souls of the human race, huddled behind a wall of singing quartz that kept the madness of the outer dimensions at bay. I was Captain Elias, a man who had spent his life fighting a war that had already been lost. I was the only "Resonator"...0 Comments 0 Shares 4 Views 0 Reviews
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The Whispering GlassACT I: THE AWAKENINGThe letter arrived on a Tuesday, wrapped in brown paper and sealed with wax the colour of dried blood. Edmund Blackwood stood in the Cambridge laboratory where he had spent the last three years measuring gravitational constants to six decimal places, and he read Clara's handwriting for the first and last time.She wrote from Surrey, from a manor house called Blackwood Park...0 Comments 0 Shares 3 Views 0 Reviews
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The Last Flight at the HaloThe jazz was terrible. Tommy Calloway knew this because he had played it himself, once, before the war, when he was twenty-one and still believed that music could save you. Now he sat in a basement bar on 52nd Street and listened to a saxophone player who could not play and a pianist who would not stop and a crowd of men and women who were trying very hard to forget that the war was over and...0 Comments 0 Shares 5 Views 0 Reviews
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The Sterile HopeThe neon lights of 1920s Manhattan flickered through the rain-streaked windows of the laboratory. Julian Thorne, a son of Irish immigrants who had scrubbed floors to pay for his medical degree, stared at the petri dish. In the center, a single colony of bacteria was dying. For three years, Julian had been hunting the "Silent Sleep," a plague that had decimated the tenements of the Lower East...0 Comments 0 Shares 2 Views 0 Reviews
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The Inverse Horizon: The House as the NarratorIn the suffocating humidity of the Louisiana bayou, the DuBois estate was not a setting for a story; it was the storyteller. The house did not simply contain the family; it consumed them, processing their lives into a narrative that served its own inexplicable needs. The architecture was a living language, where the slant of a floorboard was a metaphor for a failing marriage and the dampness of...0 Comments 0 Shares 3 Views 0 Reviews
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The Mirror at the End of LaudaACT I The mirror in Julian Ashworth's study had belonged to his grandfather, a man whose portrait in the family collection showed a face carved from granite and good breeding. Now the mirror showed something Julian barely recognized. It was not that the face was unfamiliar, exactly, but that it seemed to move with a delay, as though the reflection were a half-beat behind the man, an imposter...0 Comments 0 Shares 3 Views 0 Reviews
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The Guru of Rust(V-05: Dirty Realism) Hank lived in a trailer that smelled of damp carpet and stale cigarettes. Outside, the sky over the Midwest was the color of a bruised plum, and the factory where he had worked for twenty years had closed its gates six months ago. He had a small pension, a bad back, and a void in his chest that felt like a physical weight. Then came the Guru. The man called himself "The...0 Comments 0 Shares 2 Views 0 Reviews
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The Shadows LedgedThe rain in Los Angeles doesn't wash things clean. It just makes the grime glisten. Veronica Marsh sat in her studio apartment in Echo Park and counted the reasons she was leaving. She had written them on the back of an envelope, because that's what you do when your life has been reduced to the space behind a piece of mail. Reason one: He had never introduced her to his mother. Reason two: He...0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews
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