Christmas Cure — The

By dawn, the power returned. The fever in Room 4 had finally broken. Elias stood by the window, watching the sun rise over a world encased in sparkling, pristine ice.

Elias tried to decline, but the earnestness in her eyes stopped him. He tucked the bird into his lab coat pocket. The Christmas Cure

She pulled out a single, battered ornament—a glass bird with a chipped wing. She held it out with a trembling hand. “Take it. It only works if you give it away.” By dawn, the power returned