Nobody had jobs for him today, except someone who wanted him to rob a bank.

INTO THE DEEPEST SHADOW BY KAREN MASUDA 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 45

The cell phone lit up his face, the bluish-white making him into a ghostly figure in the darkness of his tiny, tiny room. Gonta was so absorbed in the words in front of him that it was like he had been abducted from the present by them, taken to the brink of shadows.

“Would you rob a b…

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