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middle has been removed and I am free to move about. I start
to sit up but am arrested by the sight of my hands. The skin’s
perfection, smooth and glowing. Not only are the scars from
the arena gone, but those accumulated over years of hunting
have vanished without a trace. My forehead feels like satin,
and when I try to find the burn on my calf, there’s nothing.
I slip my legs out of bed, nervous about how they will bear
my weight and find them strong and steady. Lying at the foot
of the bed is an outfit that makes me flinch. It’s what all of us
tributes wore in the arena. I stare at it as if it had teeth until I
remember that, of course, this is what I will wear to greet my
team.
I’m dressed in less than a minute and fidgeting in front of
the wall where I know there’s a door even if I can’t see it when
suddenly it slides open. I step into a wide, deserted hall that
appears to have no other doors on it. But it must. And behind
one of them must be Peeta. Now that I’m conscious and moving,
I’m growing more and more anxious about him. He must
be all right or the Avox girl wouldn’t have said so. But I need
to see him for myself.
“Peeta!” I call out, since there’s no one to ask. I hear my
name in response, but it’s not his voice. It’s a voice that provokes
first irritation and then eagerness. Effie.
I turn and see them all waiting in a big chamber at the end
of the hall — Effie, Haymitch, and Cinna. My feet take off without
hesitation. Maybe a victor should show more restraint,
more superiority, especially when she knows this will be on
tape, but I don’t care. I run for them and surprise even myself
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