Forced to be Djinn

Forced to be Djinn

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I'm not sure how long I've been locked up. I know its been centuries but I've definitely lost count on how many. I'd make more of an effort to keep track if I didn't have the slow decent into madness, crippling depression, and unending loneliness to worry about. And don't get me started on the physical side effects of long term magical imprisonment. The worst part of this whole ordeal is that I've been falsely imprisoned. Dragged in by a magic council and stuffed into a tiny magic tin with the vague accusation of treason. Forced to wait for a trial that never came. But things are looking up! I've been released...sorta. Granted I'm kinda a glorified magic servant BUT after I fulfill a couple of magical requests. I'm told I'm free to go. So here's the plan. Finish servitude as fast as possible then travel the world and see what I've missed. I would carry out my brutal revenge on all who wronged me but it's seems like too much effort since most of them are long dead. So after all this magical requests(wishes) stuff is done I'll live the out rest of my immortal days enjoying this eras pleasures starting with these donut things.
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