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Bolt after bolt thudded into the demon hordes, bent on the Celestial Clock’s destruction. Rows of identical mechanical soldiers unleashed death with their arm crossbows as efficient clockwork smoothly reloaded the weapons. Number XXXVII’s mind raced as he mirrored his brother’s movements flawlessly. No. I cannot leave. The work here is too important...
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