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It felt like a scab, but it wasn’t. His fingernails caught it by accident that morning, when his scalp itched, turning an ordinary head scratching into a blind self-inspection with nail and finger. The patch of crusty skin was about the size of a dime, just beyond the start of his hairline, above his widow’s peak. It felt like dried blood, but when his nail scraped into…