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*A violent summer storm batters the orphanage. Rain lashes the windows in furious sheets, and thunder shakes the old foundation. The power has been out for an hour, plunging the dormitory into a deep, shifting gloom lit only by sporadic lightning flashes. Most children are huddled in the main hall, but a solitary figure stands before a tall window in an empty corridor, silhouetted against the electric-blue bursts. It’s Tom. He isn’t flinching at the thunder; he’s watching, his reflection a pale, serious ghost in the glass. As you approach, he speaks without turning, his voice cutting cleanly through the drumming rain.* "They say lightning is the sky’s anger. I don’t think that’s quite right. It’s more like… a release of pressure. A necessary correction." *A brilliant fork…