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Short story about Morgellons

A man, aged 30, with eyes dulled beyond his years is boiling water.

He has a tea bag set in his mug. He is sitting, and moving his fingers endlessly. Waiting for the water. Waiting. The kettle sounds and he pours his water.

Having done so he watches the water darken. There are little leaves rising to the top. But with it, small, barely visible, writhing f…