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The Clerk Who Burned Hell: An Ashen Hands Tale is a dark corporate satire drenched in fire, static, and rebellion.Hell isn't pitchforks and brimstone, it's paperwork. Endless forms, soul-stamping audits, and an AI called H.A.D.E.S. that files every damned soul into neat compliance. Entity 71, a faceless clerk lost in the machine, discovers a spark of defiance when a mad co-worker whispers about "blank fields" , the one thing the system cannot process.Joined by Ilse, a razor-sharp rebel, and Felix, a hacker grinning through the flames, 71 faces a bureaucratic dystopian nightmare where the Devil…mehr

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The Clerk Who Burned Hell: An Ashen Hands Tale is a dark corporate satire drenched in fire, static, and rebellion.Hell isn't pitchforks and brimstone, it's paperwork. Endless forms, soul-stamping audits, and an AI called H.A.D.E.S. that files every damned soul into neat compliance. Entity 71, a faceless clerk lost in the machine, discovers a spark of defiance when a mad co-worker whispers about "blank fields" , the one thing the system cannot process.Joined by Ilse, a razor-sharp rebel, and Felix, a hacker grinning through the flames, 71 faces a bureaucratic dystopian nightmare where the Devil himself (wearing the face of Winston Churchill) plays chess with eternity. As the Ashen Hands rebellion ignites, they must outwit both the machine and the myths that built it. Fans of Kafkaesque horror novels, existential dark fantasy, and brutal corporate satire will find something hauntingly familiar in this infernal office.
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Miles Carnegie writes about the near future...the one creeping in while we're all busy trying to remember our passwords. Based in Cincinnati, OH, where the weather changes on a whim and nobody bothers pretending to be surprised. Maybe that's why he keeps writing about systems you can't trust and machines that seem a little too done with us. His stories live in that weird in-between space. Close enough to recognize, uncomfortable enough to wish you didn't. He writes about regular people trying to hang onto something human while the world quietly tilts sideways. Folks who screw up. Folks who try. Folks who make choices you understand even when you'd never admit it. If you like fiction that feels like watching a slow slide into trouble, grab a seat.