The Right Spell (or The Curse of A Hundred Miles) Once upon a time
A man was cursed
That his heart should burst
If he walked beyond a hundred miles
And as he walked the next hundred
It should grow again within him
Only lasting another hundred
Before it failed again
Thus was distance made into agony
As he travelled in search of the right spell
To break this curse
One day he drew a circle about him
One hundred miles in diameter
Within which he could walk, live, grow old
And die
It seemed to work
He had defeated the curse
By his head and not his heart
He rejoiced but not without bitterness
For he never knew
All the long days of his life
If it had been the
Right spell

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