Chapter 142 — After the TasteCeleste spent the morning in the quiet aftermath of power.The house was still waking when she returned to the desk, but she did not let the movement of the world interrupt her. One part of her wanted to pace, to test the edges of what had changed until the truth gave way. Another part, the steadier part, insisted on patience. So she chose the table, the samples, and the hard, unromantic work of looking again.The gold ichor sat in two small vials beneath the pale spill of daylight. Even after what she had taken, they looked untouched by ordinary time. One sample had come from Kojin, the other from Nico. Both were divine blood, both carried that impossible shimmer of old power, and both had entered her body without tearing her apart. That alone should have felt like a victory.Instead, it felt incomplete.The crowns in her chest had gone quiet after the demand they had placed in her dreams and waking mind. Their buzz, which had seemed so urgent only hours
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