Clockwork
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She was created, she was loved, she was tainted, she is gone. A story about a girl, different from the rest, a minority. The world looked down upon her, a love child between two races, mech and human. Mechs are mechanical people, highly intelligent robots capable of thinking and feeling. Our young heroin is Clockwork, choosing the name her mech father gave to her. Donning the sword her father crafted for her out of spare parts, she joins a group of four others, in search of a mythical haven that may truly exist. Clockwork and friends face many adverts and challenges, not even sure if their sacrifices will be worth it.
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A man hollowed out by guilt and loss with nothing but a purpose: to help those who need him. When he finds the one person in the universe who needed him more than anyone else, he realizes his purpose wasn't to help the nameless, faceless nobodies, it was to be what he always wanted to be, the thing she needed him to be, the one thing he could never allow himself to be.
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