The Compensation Form
Mr. Henderson had worked for the Department of Cosmic Contingencies (DCC) for thirty-two years. His desk was a fortress of manila folders, rusted paperclips, and a lukewarm cup of Earl Grey tea. He was a man of habit, and his habit was the meticulous adherence to Procedure. The world was ending, of course. The "Dimensional Collapse," as the brochures called it, was currently erasing the...
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