gilded (adj); having a pleasing or showy appearance that conceals something of little worth. • • • Coriolanus Snow learned long ago that unfinished stories were the most dangerous. Lucy Gray Baird was never found; the search for her had ended, the recordings erased, her existence vanished yet the silence did not. Years later, as Snow rose within the Capitol, he crossed paths with a woman who looked eerily like the songbird he had once lost and quietly unsettled the rules he had built to survive. Giselle was quiet where Lucy Gray had performed. She wore color without spectacle and offered compliance without surrender. Snow told himself she was unimportant, but the Capitol taught him otherwise. Because some resemblances were not accidents, and some ghosts returned without names. What does it mean to want someone who will never belong to you? And how can a man rule while being haunted by what he cannot claim?