I hate being obsessed with time.

Each tick of the grandfather clock keeps us aware of our mortality. The past is far and the future is near. As a professional horologist, it consumes me. Each cog and wheel I shine is a puzzle piece to time. I may be called to tend to your vintage clock, but you will be getting something unexpected from me. Perhaps I bend the golden mainspring or I slip a stolen piece of gear into my pocket and proclaim your precious timepiece is beyond repair.

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You think me a fraud, but for a short time, I’ve given you immortality.