Decades pass as Emrik rules the land. But no wish stops the march of time. At last, frail and wrinkled, he summons the genie.     “Your final wish?” the genie asks, leering. Emrik exhales. “I’m done fearing your price, Jinn.” “Good. So it shall be.” “I wish to undo my wishes.”   His palace crumbles, but what it built remains. The genie screams, his chains reforged. Emrik closes his eyes. “In the end, neither of us wins.” Author Notes Microfiction can be a complex category for me. You must touch a world that resonates with your reader in only a few words. Thankfully, I found this exceptionally powerful on multiple levels.

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