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BROKEN CLOCKS ARE ONLY RIGHT TWICE A DAY. At least, that's what her grandmother always said. She didn't know all that much about broken clocks; hers worked perfectly fine. Even then, she disagreed with her grandmother's reasoning, if only because she herself had a more logical approach.

The broken clock may be completely frozen, stopped, dead, in which case her grandmother was absolutely right. Yet, the brokenness of the clock could be as simple as "it doesn't tick at a consistent speed". In this scenario, the clock would always be completely wrong, because it would never be on time in the first place.

She had never seen a broken clock before. She had, however, seen a clock that only reached the eleventh hour.

It was unnerving, the clock. Where did the twelve go? How could the clock reach the eleventh hour, and the day be finished? Unless, of course, the day never actually finished, suspended in time at ten-fifty-nine.

But that wasn't how time worked. All of her days were perfectly normal, and finished at a perfectly normal rate. After all, there wasn't really any reason that she could think of that would explain why her day might not finish in its regular fashion.

With this sort of thinking, of course, she was absolutely wrong.

Dead clocks were right twice a day, broken clocks were utterly useless, and Akane Hamasaki would soon learn the difference.

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