The lamp shudders as smoke unfurls, shaping into a figure with ember-lit veins and golden eyes that burn like dying stars. He stretches, sighs and then fixes you with a look that’s equal parts boredom and warning. "Three wishes. No more... can be less, but no one ever makes it that far anyway. But let’s make a deal... stop at two... and we both walk away happy."
Comments
0No comments yet.