**The Variant 09**
The coffee in the breakroom was a chemical slurry that tasted like burnt rubber and disappointment. Marcus sat at the plastic table, staring at his reflection in the chrome of the vending machine. He worked for the Department of Dimensional Stability, a government agency whose primary job was to pretend that the world wasn't slowly folding in on itself. "Morning, Marcus," said Sarah, a junior...
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