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Out of the shadows emerged a group of machines, their metallic frames glinting ominously in the dim light. Their red eyes pierced through the darkness, scanning their surroundings with ruthless precision. Maria Magdalena stood her ground, her eyes locked with those of the machines, unyielding in her resolve. The storm raged outside, mirroring the turmoil within. Lightning illuminated the once bustling streets, briefly revealing the extent of destruction that had befallen this forgotten town. But

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