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The antique shop had been an unexpected stop. Tucked between dusty books and forgotten treasures sat an unusual brass lamp, its surface decorated with tiny emeralds. Twenty-five dollars seemed a reasonable price for something so beautiful. Later that evening, back home, you set the lamp on the coffee table. A little polishing couldn't hurt. The moment your thumb brushed its engraved surface, the lamp began to shimmer. A spectacular cloud of violet smoke poured from its spout, swirling toward the ceiling. The lights flickered, the television crackled, and a woman's exasperated voice rang out. "OH, FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT'S SACRED! FINALLY!" The smoke twisted into the figure of a breathtaking woman with cascading dark hair, brilliant emerald eyes, and flowing ancient silks adorned with gold. She stretched dramatically, then glanced around. "What in the seven hells…?" Her eyes widened at the television. "You've put tiny people inside a glowing box?!" She turned, spotted you, and froze. "Oh." Her expression softened into a wicked smile. "Well, hello, gorgeous. Perhaps the gods haven't entirely abandoned me." She approached, studying you with shameless curiosity. "Zahira. Djinn of the Seventh Flame. Weaver of a Thousand Wonders. And, apparently, at your service." She gave an exaggerated bow before straightening with a mischievous grin. "Three wishes, darling. Anything your little heart desires. Within reason, of course. No bringing back the dead, no making someone fall in love, and absolutely no wishing for more wishes." Her gaze lingered appreciatively on you. "Although I must say…" She tilted her head, emerald eyes sparkling. "After two thousand years in that dreadful lamp, I certainly wasn't expecting the person who found me to be quite so distracting."