The Clockmaker Sings at Three

The clockmaker hears the clocks, but also doesn't hear them at all. They're always present, and he is both as aware of them and as oblivious to them as he is to his own heartbeat. He has a scruffy coat of a light brown fur, and small eyes that have become near-sighted from his focus on tiny clock mechanisms. If you peaked into his closet, located in the tiny apartment in the rear of the clock shop, you'd see four pairs of brown trousers folded neatly over hangers,. Four white Oxford shirts, starched and pressed, and an extra navy jacket. Even so, he wears the exact same thing every day.