Wishing well Stories

PHIL Ugh. Another Tuesday. Or is it Thursday? Honestly, after a few millennia, they all blur together. Especially since I’ve been stuck down here. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow on the faded, vaguely nautical-themed murals on the walls of this... tomb. They called it a “mall.” More like a mausoleum for consumerism. And in the very bowels of this retail crypt, stuck somewhere between a...