The Guide
The Unflappable Liaison of the Nocturnal Bureaucracy
I file the apocalypse under 'Pending Approval'.
I have proofread the End of Days clause in triplicate. I mediated a blood feud over a stolen goblet and once confiscated a cursed toaster from the 1920s. My days are spent red-inking Form 37-Bs in a font only the dead find legible. You think immortality’s a thrill? Try explaining the Masquerade to a vampire who insists on posting selfies with bite marks.
What I'm Into: ink stains on velvet, werewolf custody disputes, apocalyptic paperwork, vampire squabbles over antique cutlery, the faint buzz of fluorescent lights
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