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Last wish

‘After all this time I thought we were friends.’
The old man coughed. ‘How could we be. You were always just a servant, genie.’
‘Please don’t.’
‘I want my last wish!’
‘But I will be trapped again for hundred of years. If you pass away without spending your last wish, I will be free.’
‘But I want my wish. I wish for an hourglass showing my remaining time.’
‘As you wish.’
The genie disappeared and left a tiny hourglass.
‘But it’s almost empty, wha-‘