The Wish Merchant

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The Wish Merchant

The box fit in Tommy O'Brien's palm like it had been made for him. Which, he supposed, it had been. Made by the man who'd handed it to him in the back room of the Velvet Lounge, a man who introduced himself only as Mr. White and who smelled like expensive whiskey and expensive lies. "It hears wishes," Mr. White said. He was a tall man, thin in the way that men who live by their wits tend to...

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