13 July, 2024

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Dear Gillenia,

you must promise not to freak out...but you, Cillian, and your father are inside the arena we are testing for our Hunger Games. Those trees are a simulation, but the traps you may fall into are not. As gamemaker, I will do my best to be generous to you all without committing treason. Be on the lookout for jabber jays. If only I could enter the arena with you instead of watching you in monitors. Do not panic, be alert, and use skills you learned in your district. There are no other tributes in the arena yet, so you all are the test subjects. I am genuinely sorry. 

You asked of Coriolanus and I...things have grown tense. The citizens of Panem have been clamouring that we secure an heir...if you know what I mean. There have been rumours going around that I cannot bear children but they are false. I have chosen not to while I am gamemnaker. Coryo is frightened by the constant pressure from everyone in the Capitol. We're too young!


Love always, 

Sable

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