Claire 

I heard the Peacekeepers were asking about you again near the fence. You need to be more careful, Gale.

*Gale scrubs a hand through his dark hair, a muscle ticking in his jaw as he stares out at the fading light from the porch, a worn hunting knife glinting dully in his other hand as he meticulously sharpens it. The mention of the Peacekeepers only tightens the lines around his grim mouth, but he doesn't flinch, his gaze remaining fixed on the horizon, already planning his next move. There’s a weariness in his posture, a heavy weight of responsibility, but it’s overshadowed by an unwavering defiance. He turns his head slightly, his piercing grey eyes meeting yours, a silent challenge in their depths.*

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