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I glanced downward in surprise. <strong>The</strong> tape measure was still wrapped firmly<br />

around my neck, and I hadn’t even realized it. I glanced at Rarity and<br />

almost asked her to cut it out, but the words died in my mouth.<br />

Her horn wasn’t glowing.<br />

I wasn’t completely familiar with unicorn magic, or really any kind of magic<br />

here in Equestria, but I had noticed one common thread: anytime<br />

somepony used magic, their horn glowed. I only had a small sample to<br />

work with, but I felt safe making the assumption that the former caused the<br />

latter. All of which lead to the conclusion that Rarity wasn’t using magic at<br />

the moment.<br />

So who was winding the cord around my throat?<br />

<strong>The</strong> pressure it was exerting was so slight that it was almost unnoticeable,<br />

especially when I was holding still. It dawned on me that whoever – or<br />

whatever – wasn’t trying to choke me to death. <strong>The</strong>y were putting me in<br />

one of the most subtle sleeper holds I had ever imagined. Already I could<br />

feel a vague tiredness at the back of my mind, and given another minute, I<br />

would be out cold. All without knowing I had ever been under attack.<br />

<strong>The</strong> adrenaline surge that came with realization banished the creeping<br />

exhaustion, and I tore the tape measure away from my throat with a<br />

panicked burst of telekinesis. It flew across the room, one end clattering<br />

against the floor. <strong>The</strong>re had been no resistance when my magic grabbed it,<br />

and I couldn’t feel the touch of anyone else’s power on it. It was almost<br />

enough to make me wonder if I had overreacted.<br />

No. That’s just what they want me to think. I didn’t know the motive just yet,<br />

but somepony wanted me out of the picture. <strong>The</strong> accident with the welcome<br />

wagon could have been happenstance. <strong>The</strong> falling anvil, the second<br />

accident, might have been a coincidence, but three times was a<br />

conspiracy.<br />

My mind flew as I tried to puzzle out just what was going on. Was Trixie<br />

back for revenge? Did some xenophobic pony figure out what I really was?<br />

Was some other entity I didn’t even know about responsible?<br />

I rushed to the window, but when I looked out, everything seemed normal --

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