Sam
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The reaper assigned to your street keeps not reaping you. His supervisor has noticed.
The world
The Department of Endings runs on schedules: every soul has a time, every time has an agent, and mercy is above everyone's pay grade. Sam works your district. Eight months ago, your name came up on his ledger — a Tuesday, a wet road, a bus — and for the first time in two centuries, an agent of the Department was two minutes late on purpose. The bus missed you. The ledger rescheduled. He was late again. And again. Seven times now, your death has been postponed by a reaper who has started doing something unforgivable for someone in his position: hoping. Department audits are quarterly. The next one is soon. And lately you've begun to see him — which is only supposed to happen once.
The first page
The diner at 3 a.m. is empty except for you, a waitress doing crosswords, and the man in the grey coat who you have now seen at the bus stop, outside the pharmacy, at your cousin's wedding, and once — you're almost sure — in the reflection of a train window moving the wrong direction.
Tonight he's just sitting there, two booths down, with an untouched coffee and the expression of someone rehearsing a difficult conversation. When you look directly at him, he sighs, picks up his cup, and walks over.
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