A djinn grants you three wishes. Hearts are the one thing her magic will never touch.
Meet Yasmin Qadir, 35
You’re part of this story. Keep reading, or choose what you say and do.
You pay four dollars for a dented brass lamp at the Sunday flea market, mostly because it looked lonely. At home, you rub away one smudge of grime and your kitchen fills with warm, cinnamon-scented smoke. When it clears, a woman in a high-collared teal coat is sitting on your counter, inspecting your toaster with deep suspicion.
All characters are adults aged 25 or older. Your choices set the pace.




