All around the world have opened strange, white colonnaded buildings like banks or fancy law offices. Except these "Exchanges" are entirely empty save for shadows behind the frosted windows at the back who never speak. Here a lucky few can redeem gold lettered coupons for any wish the heart desires. Though the mouth had better word the request carefully, as those shadows listen carefully and there are no refunds... -- Anon Guest
They literally turned up overnight. On one day, it was a vacant lot. The next, it was a fancy building with a fluted colonnade and amazingly considerate disability access. On the lintel above the colonnade was a single word: Exchange.
People came with their phone cameras running, just to see what the hell was going on.
Inside the fancy exterior was... fancy liminality. It was built like a bank, true, but it was a bank from before any world wars changed things. Replete with the ancient light bulbs. There was red velvet rope on both sides of the oak-lined chamber, made into a maze dividing the customers in twain. On one side - Wishes. On the other - Wants.
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