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Change

I remember when they built this mall. Beautiful and clean, with a huge sparkling fountain in the foyer to throw coins into and make wishes. We use the fountain for staging corpses; the drain keeps the blood from pooling until someone dumps them outside. The drain is slow, though, and the stench is awful.

Strap and I set up shop in an old Cinnabon near the fountain. Strap was a butcher, before, and for a reasonable trade he will cut anything for you, quick-like. For a substantial trade, it can be someone else, slow as you please. I clean up after Strap. “Stitching and ditching”, I call it, since I am usually sewing someone up or dumping their corpse. I spend a lot of time at the fountain.

Standing there now, watching my reflection empty this dripping sack, I can’t help laughing as I wonder what I should wish for.