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The Ghost of Fiddler's Rock

Rattlesnake
Something in the snakes' eyes caught his attention. On his previous trips, the snakes' black eyes seemed to glaze over from the soft, gentle notes of his fiddle. But today, the snakes glared at Martin with fiery red eyes, burning with intense hatred.







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