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The footsteps of the alabaster stranger were heard long before before her voice. It was assertive, censorious, and sent a chill halfway down Sycamore's spine. A moment of silence passed wherein he raised himself only enough to get one more whiff of the fading marker.

Is this your claim? he asked, then briefly shifting his gaze to that of the stranger. The potential danger surrounding the situation kept his guard high; it took an astounding effort for Sycamore to maintain his outward calm.