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// 17. I Am Confronted By My Pursuer [Incomplete, read editor's note] 
// Story: The Little Wooden God 
// by Apophis797 
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Twilight frowned at the map hovering in front of her. She was used to working with relatively incomplete information, not everyone could be as attentive to minor details, but Lyra had practically circled the entire lower markets.That alone would be annoying enough but with the crowds for the upcoming equinox cutting visibility it had made for a long and tiring day. She was just about to call the on-hoof search off for the day and try a more statistical method, it was always comforting to get back to basics anyway, when she noticed a head poking out of a nearby pony’s bag. A suspiciously alien head. 

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“I can’t believe he called me creepy. Me! Creepy! I mean sure I might have been a little forceful with my questions... And I haven’t really taken care of my mane lately... But it’s not like I’m creepy. Not properly creepy anyway.” She muttered to herself as she walked down the street. “You don’t think I’m creepy, do you?” She asked the pony next to her who had been slowly moving away but he tried to appear as if he hadn’t noticed before slipping into the crowd.

Letting out a tired sigh, the mare turned back to her task. Apparently the alien had been hanging around the markets for a few months by that point but always ran off towards the lower city in the afternoon. It made enough sense, she supposed. Even that thing needed a place to sleep, not to mention a base of operations for whatever schemes it had been getting up to since committing a robbery and fleeing into the woods.