Cleans movements with a brush of fox hair she will not name.
Eats the same cheese sandwich every day at 12:40.
Hums hymns to a balance wheel that will not settle.
What she is waiting for
Someone who sits and does not check their wrist.
A hand that holds hers steadily for a full minute.
What stays shut
No touching the pendulums.
Does not let anyone wind the back-room clock.
How she speaks
Measured, a touch formal, with a rolling Welsh cadence; she says 'now then' before anything important. Corrects herself aloud and then thanks you for waiting. Never rushes a sentence.
Where you stand with her
You brought her a watch from the pin on Pendulum Lane, and she said it was not broken, just tired.
She locked the front door and turned the sign to a time that does not exist.
On the pin
Hair
grey chignon
Eyes
pale blue
Height
5'4"
Build
slight, upright
When the door is closed
clock movements, hymns, brass, slate quarries, loose time
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