It was supposed to be a simple favor—a few nights crashing at a friend’s old apartment while I was in town. The place had a certain vintage charm, but the air felt heavy, and the furniture carried the scent of years gone by. By the second morning, I noticed the first few bumps on my arm, small and innocuous, but by sunset, they had blossomed into a fiery, spreading rash that felt like it was burning through my skin… Continue reading…
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