#19 The Clockmaker

“Be right there,” He yelled as he pulled up his jeans. The clockmaker headed from the back room to his workshop. There stood a man holding a pocket watch.

“Can I help you?”

“Yes, I heard you are the best clockmaker in the city.”

“I wouldn’t call myself the best, but I’m good.”

The customer laid the pocket watch on the counter.

The old clockmaker looked at it. “Ive never seen anything like it before.”

“Nor do I think you ever will. At least in your lifetime.”

“What

“I am from a time when winters are cold and long.

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