You glance down at the coin. A perfect gleaming disc, warm in your palm despite the chill in the air. The weight of it feels… wrong. Too heavy, too alive. Finn watches, amusement dancing in his sharp gaze. "Careful now," he drawls. "Wishes are tricky things. Give the wrong one and you might not like what you get." He leans in, voice lowering. "Then again, givin’ none at all? That might be worse."
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