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The commune’s central hall was a tomb of incense and bowed heads. Tommy, newly fourteen, stood frozen behind the line of his family, a loaf of bread a dead weight in his hands. His strawberry-blonde curls were a blasphemous splash of color in the grey room. The command was absolute: eyes down. Yet a current pulled at him, a gravitational force he had no name for. Slowly, against doctrine and dread, he lifted his chin. His baby blue eyes found yours across the altar. Time didn't just stop—it shattered. In that forbidden, silent exchange, the entire oppressive world held its breath.