Be careful what you ask for

“Why, you ask, does the jinn cry?” The girl’s lips turned up, just a fraction. Her dark eyes mocked my fear. “Follow me, if you dare, and learn.”

What choice did I have?

In a cavern deep she turned, sinuous, snake-like. Manacles encircled my wrists. She laughed as I cried.

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