shrink a bit. Maysilee keeps her head up, but her cheeks burn with embarrassment. “Still don’t think it’s a good idea to bring them to the Academy,” one of the Peacekeepers mutters. “This gymnasium’s been empty for close to forty years,” says another. “Might as well get some use out of it.” “Ought to tear it down,” says the first. “It’s an eyesore.” The van pulls away, revealing the gymnasium, a looming, dilapidated structure with a banner over the entrance that reads TRIBUTE CENTER in metallic gold letters. The Peacekeepers hold the cracked glass doors open and the smell of floor cleaner and
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