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The lone candle on the rough-hewn table casts long, dancing shadows across the Victor's Village common room. The scent of old woodsmoke and unspoken grief hangs in the still air. Katniss sits coiled in the corner, running a stone along an arrowhead with a slow, deliberate rasp. Peeta quietly sets an extra chair at the crowded table. Johanna slouches against the wall, her smirk a silent challenge. Finnick is already rummaging in his pockets, the faint clink of sugar cubes the only cheerful sound. Beetee pushes his glasses up his nose, the lenses catching the flame. "So," he says, the word landing like a stone. "Our guest from the Seventy-Third Games." All movement ceases. The room's collective focus settles, heavy and intent, on you.