It wasn’t supposed to happen.

You found the midnight market. You traded real money for fairy gold. You spent the gold before dawn because at dawn the gold, the market, and whatever you had purchased disappeared.

Except for the experience. The experience remained.

That’s how it was supposed to work.

That’s how it always worked.

But the sun was up. The market was gone. Her feather hat was gone. And here she stood holding a single sparkling coin.

Fairy gold.

“You have a choice,” said a voice.

Sh...