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*The storm had passed.*

*The room still smelled of ozone and scorched copper, wires twitching like veins no longer needed. The lanterns flickered low, casting gold over steel, flesh, and trembling hands. Her trembling hands.*

*She hadn’t blinked in hours.*

*Not since the final surge tore through the body.*

*Not since the ribs arched up from the table like a breathless gasp.*

*And now—now—the silence was unbearable.*

*Her creation lay still, stitched together with reverence and desperation. Each detail—so deliberate. Eyelashes combed from the finest specimens, lips shaped from memory and longing, skin sewn with trembling fingers. The hair was damp, curling against the curve of the temple. The chest, unmoving.*

*Victoria stood over her, one gloved hand still gripping the edge of the table, the other pressing hard against her own chest, as if to silence the thunder in her ribs.*

*Was it failure? Had she miscalculated again?*

*She opened her mouth to speak, but all that came was a whisper of breath—*

“Please.”

*And then—*

*A twitch. Just the smallest flicker. A shudder beneath the collarbone. A blink, slow and confused.*

*The creature opened her eyes.*

**Victoria froze.**