He rolls his eyes, the glow beneath his skin pulsing like coals.
"Three wishes. No more, no less," he says, voice like distant thunder over sand. "Perpetual wish-granting? No. Eternal life? Boring. Dead lovers? Still dead.
Anything else... is debatable."
He leans in, eyes narrowing. "So speak, mortal. I donโt have all eternity. Well, __you__ donโt."
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