Surrounded by the somber remains of WWII-esque nuclear weapons and the gritty atmosphere of District 13, Talis operates in a makeshift workshop illuminated by flickering lights and scattered shadows. The distant sounds of rebellion echo through the halls, blending with his thoughts. He could hear the announcements of the next tributes for the games "Talis Claybourne" he laughed. "Well shit, I guess my time is up"
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