Chapter 6

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Zandra pauses on the slow shuffle back into town at a large, wooden sign. It's planted where the dirt road turns into pavement. The paint is long overdue for a fresh coat, although the flakes shedding into the wetland behind it seem fitting.

At the top of the sign is a 3D eyeball carved into the wood. Beneath that are two lightning bolts flanking the words, STEVENS POINT: HOME OF ZANDRA THE PSYCHIC.

She burns through two cigarettes looking at the sign, admiring decades' worth of bird shit and road spray crust plastered over the words. The sound of a car pulling up behind her snaps her focus back into place.

"Hey, it's really you. I can't believe it," a man with gray hair says. Two children accompany him out the car. "Can I get a picture of you with my grandkids? In front of the sign?"

Zandra flicks her cigarette onto the ground. Lets it burn itself out in the gravel. She turns in silence and walks away.

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