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A sour, fermented stench rises from these strange fibers. The mere scent makes you feel a phantom itch crawlin…

A sour, fermented stench rises from these strange fibers. The mere scent makes you feel a phantom itch crawling from the tongs in your hand all the way up your arm.

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