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8| Chapter 5:
Snake Eye Junction

Rattlesnakes

A twisted path wormed around enough dead trees to plant a graveyard, blazes marked with turquoise diamonds, coal blacks in the centers shining like the eyes of rattlesnakes.

Rattlesnake Wallace, known as by one other human. But what is a human?

The shadow of a needleless pine tree.

I’ve reached The Mountain Trail.