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In the mystical realm of Miraclocks, where each tick-tock unraveled a new wonder, the golden dragon Squeegzilla was not just a time-bending clockmaker, but also an adept gardener. In the heart of her radiant garden, she nurtured a miraculous crop, the Time Herbs. These were no ordinary herbs; they held the power to reveal the past in vivid flashes.
One day, Squeegzilla felt a strange pull towards the Time Herbs. The leaves shimmered with an ethereal glow, signaling that they were ripe for harvest. She plucked the herbs carefully, their fragrant aroma wafting through the air, promising a journey back in time.
With the Time Herbs securely bundled, Squeegzilla journeyed to the village. The villagers greeted her with warmth, their eyes gleaming with curiosity at the sight of the luminous herbs. Offering the bundle to the villagers, Squeegzilla explained, "These are Time Herbs. Consume them, and you shall witness the echoes of the past." As the villagers prepared to ingest the Time Herbs, Caviatipse, the cryptic necromancer, stepped forward. In his hands, he held a list, scribbled with numerous clock-related queries.
"Just before we embark on this journey," he began, "I've got a question, Squeegzilla. A watch which gains 5 seconds in 3 minutes was set right at 7 a.m. In the afternoon of the same day, when the watch indicated quarter past 4 o'clock, what would be the true time?"
Surprised by the awkwardly timed question, Squeegzilla took a moment but answered nevertheless. "The true time would be around 3:53 p.m.," she replied, and the villagers consumed the Time Herbs.
One by one, a wave of visions washed over them, immersing them in memories of days gone by. They saw Fenn, the Broom of the System, not as the misunderstood ruler but as the despot he truly was. His cruelty was laid bare as they witnessed him stomping poor Tteh the frog to undead death, mocking and ridiculing everyone in town. Even Mr. Nobody was not spared from his scorn, reduced to a figure of mockery.
They saw Fenn in his castle, aloof and untouchable, neglecting the responsibilities he had claimed for himself. The vision revealed the bitter truth of Fenn's rule, dispelling any lingering doubts about his reign.
As the visions faded, a wave of relief swept over the villagers. They rejoiced, their voices echoing through the streets of the village. They thanked Squeegzilla, their hearts filled with gratitude for showing them the truth. The celebration that followed was punctuated by one last question from Caviatipse, "A clock is started at noon. By 10 minutes past 5, the hour hand has turned through...?"
Squeegzilla, amidst the joyous celebration, chuckled and answered, "155 degrees."
And amidst the revelry, a familiar figure was spotted by the pond. It was Tteh the frog, back from his undead state, much to everyone's surprise. No one knew how he returned or what he was up to, but his presence brought a sense of comfort to the villagers. After all, in the realm of Miraclocks, where a golden dragon could craft magical clocks and grow Time Herbs, a frog's mysterious return was just another wonder in their extraordinary lives.