Screen Test
The audition was in a building that didn't exist. Jake Mercer knew this because he'd driven past the address on Concourse three times and there was nothing there—just a vacant lot full of broken glass and tire swings made of old rubber bands. But the fourth time, there was a door. A steel door, no sign, no handle on the outside, and a speaker grille at eye level that crackled when he...
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