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The snow fell in large flakes outside, coating Victor's Village in a white blanket. I watched with a grave silence from the warmth of my home, it almost looked soft and welcolming from here. However I knew from experience that snow was the opposite of anything like that, and wasn't always white. In fact, in my life I've often seen it a deep scarlet red. I gritted my teeth, the familiar rush of memories hitting me like a wave of pain. I turned away from the window, remembering the games I had won: the games the capital had forgotten.....
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The Games The Capital Forgot
FanfictionIf you were to search through the shelves holding each recording of The Hunger Games, you would find the 39th missing. You might be puzzled and search for it- but I guarantee you won't find it, all the recordings have been burned, it's been long wip...
