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"The healers in the city gave him potions," Clara whispered. "But the fever won't break, and he has forgotten how to smile."

Elias smiled and packed his bag. "They treated the sickness," he said. "I simply reminded the man inside that he was still there. To heal the sick is to hold a mirror up to their soul until they remember their own strength." How to Heal the Sick

Elias threw open the heavy curtains. He let the gold of the morning sun wash over the bed. He replaced the smell of stale sickness with a sprig of crushed mint. "The body cannot mend in a tomb," Elias said. "It needs the world’s permission to rejoin the living." "The healers in the city gave him potions," Clara whispered