The Late Shift

“I am of the night. I am the night,” Dallin said to his reflection.

“Dallin, get out of the bathroom!” a friend shouted from the other side of the door.

Dallin huffed and lowered his head.¬† “I’ll just be a minute,” he called out. ¬†With one last look in the mirror, one final affirmation, he was ready. Continue reading

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