Scholar's Journal - Page 3
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The itching grows worse. Scales spread over my arms and legs. My nails curl, my sight flickers—clear, then gone. What is this? Some sickness? No one spoke of a plague here. They point at me... This isn't my fault... Why call me a monster? I demanded answers, but my fellow researcher swore he said nothing. Liar. I know what he thought... Kill the freak before it spreads.