It started as nothing more than a faint itch on James’s forearm—barely noticeable at first. A few scratches here and there. He chalked it up to dry air or maybe a bit of dust. But within days, the itch spread. First to his upper arms, then down his legs. What once was mild became relentless. Especially at night, the sensation became unbearable, stealing his sleep and creeping into every part of his daily routine.
James had changed nothing—no new laundry detergent, no different soap, no tweaks to his diet. And yet, his skin was erupting in tiny, red, raised bumps that seemed to appear out of nowhere.
And he was right.
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