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cause I find my thoughts preoccupied with unanswered questions,
most of which concern Peeta. The cannon that fired early
this morning, did that signify his death? If so, how did he
die? At the hand of a Career? And was that in revenge for letting
me live? I struggle again to remember that moment over
Glimmer’s body, when he burst through the trees. But just the
fact that he was sparkling leads me to doubt everything that
happened.
I must have been moving very slowly yesterday because I
reach the shallow stretch where I took my bath in just a few
hours. I stop to replenish my water and add a layer of mud to
my backpack. It seems bent on reverting to orange no matter
how many times I cover it.
My proximity to the Careers’ camp sharpens my senses,
and the closer I get to them, the more guarded I am, pausing
frequently to listen for unnatural sounds, an arrow already fitted
into the string of my bow. I don’t see any other tributes,
but I do notice some of the things Rue has mentioned. Patches
of the sweet berries. A bush with the leaves that healed my
stings. Clusters of tracker jacker nests in the vicinity of the
tree I was trapped in. And here and there, the black-and-white
flash of a mockingjay wing in the branches high over my head.
When I reach the tree with the abandoned nest at the foot, I
pause a moment, to gather my courage. Rue has given specific
instructions on how to reach the best spying place near the
lake from this point. Remember, I tell myself. You’re the hunter
now, not them. I get a firmer grasp on my bow and go on. I
make it to the copse Rue has told me about and again have to
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