The Name in the Corner
The bodega on Fulton Street had been closed for three weeks when Marcus Sullivan finally walked in. Not because he needed anything—though he did, everything always—but because the lock had been cut and the owner, Mr. Park, had moved back to Seoul without leaving a forwarding address. Marcus stood in the doorway, looking at the empty shelves where cigarettes and lottery tickets and instant...
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