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“The first fireball blasts into the rock about two feet from my head. I spring out from under my ledge, energized by renewed fear.
I flatten on the ground, not taking time to look. The fireball hits a tree off to my left, engulfing it in flames. To remain still is death. I’m barely on my feet before the third ball hits the ground where I was lying, sending a pillar of fire up behind me. Time loses meaning now as I frequently try to dodge the attacks.”
— The Hunger Games, page 172/173
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