Ian Pamphlett, Death Assessor


Published on my First Chapter blog…

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Standing beneath an arch, the keystone directly above his gelled hair, Ian Pamphlett, regarded the Hall of the Dead. It was fair to say it was the biggest room in the known or unknown universes, and that went for all the sub-dimensions too. Nowhere was there such a great square-footage with a roof. For a mile in each compass direction it spread, the vaulted roof and hanging chandeliers – of which there were close to twelve-thousand, constituting nearly a quarter of a million individual candles – faded into the distance like a lesson in perspective in a technical drawing class.

More impressive even than this were the rows of dead. They sat on long benches, rows upon rows of them, waiting patiently to be called. It was not Ian Pamphlett’s task to call them however, that was Helen’s job. Ian’s job was the assessment. Beneath his arm was his clipboard upon…

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