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[Though the note was burning a hole in his breast pocket, he’d thought he would wait until he could see them in person to ask Silver to translate. It would be a lot to dump in a person’s lap, especially when you couldn’t see their face to gauge their reaction. When you’ve never talked about anything quite so weighty and so real before.

But Snow’s announcement changes everything.

For two decades, he’d played by the rules. It had gotten him very little. And now, what little he has left stands to be Reaped again, at the whims of the Capitol. Why not take a risk? What does he have left to lose?

But he still has to be careful, as careful as he can be. A note for a note, passing through hands and hopefully remaining under the radar, all the way to District Three.]

My Friend,

This letter may come as a surprise, since it hasn’t been long since we saw each other, but you’ve been on my mind since I returned to my home. I’ve always enjoyed our conversations over the years, how fast your mind works, how you’re able to decipher things I could never hope to understand.

Things do seem to be heating up. I hope you and yours are well in these interesting times, though I will look forward to hearing so from your own mouth.

- 53

[And, at the bottom of the page, written in a mixture of vinegar and water that will reveal itself when exposed to heat, the code:

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