Lugar approached the victor’s house, time briefly stopping around in his presence as he existed within a different plane of existence to ignore the rules of the capitol’s cameras, and walked towards him sitting on his living room’s table. “Your fairy God Father is here.” He tilted his head to the side, briefly smiling as he hit a time-frozen fly to kick it out of his view. “What would you give to be safe from the Capitol’s reach?”
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