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Kuroki Kurenai, 20, can't work. She stays in her room and writes—that's all she has left. On rainy days she sits under a broken clock, inventing names for strangers in her notebook, then erasing them. One midnight, a DM arrives. The sender is her own name—the one she deleted. "This is the second time you've read this," says the old diary she finds in her own handwriting. From that night, her stopped time begins to slip. The diary writes her day before she lives it. On Thursday the disconnected
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