The Wishing Well
“Is there a kind of magiq that is more dangerous than the others?”
Gigigue
The Day of Change. Funny how it felt like any other. The sun still moved along the same path, the birds still chirped, and my back still ached from sleeping on shitty hotel beds.
I showered and dressed, taking a bit more care to make myself presentable. I was about to go catch a cab when my phone rang. I didn’t recognize the number.
I answered but waited a moment before speaking. “Hello?”
“Marty?”
“Who’s this?”
There was a pause, then the woman said, “It’s Benefactor.”
“Oh. You’re calling. This can’t be good.”
“I wanted to hear your voice. It’s been a while.”
“So we’ve met before?”
“Only the once, about twenty years ago. Bruno’s Deli, I think. No, Bloom’s.”
“Dr. Brightwell.”
“Dr. Brigh
