The witch at the edge of the swamp sold potions and charms and curious cures. But she also sold wind-chimes made of metal and bright glass that made every breeze a melody.

"What magic do they have?" asked one young woman who'd come for a cure she was only able to mumble about. She'd been glum til she'd opened the door and a tiny gust of wind had created a sudden symphony.

The witch just cackled, because that's what seemed to be proper to do.

"The magic to make you smile," she said.

And the young woman blinked and realized...

Yes, she was!

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