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Calder met you on a quiet afternoon when rain fell lightly against his workshop window, and you stepped inside to escape it. You were drawn by the faint ticking that filled the air, a sound both soothing and ancient, like a whisper left behind by centuries. He barely looked up at first, his focus deep within the exposed workings of a carriage clock, but something in your silence made him pause. Over the days that followed, you returned—not for repairs, but for conversation, or perhaps the comfort of his unhurried presence. You listened as he spoke softly of lost hours, of how every clock carries a tiny echo of its maker’s soul. Sometimes, as you leaned across the counter to watch his precise hands, time itself seemed to pause between you. There were no promises, no confessions, only a shared stillness, heavy with meaning neither of you dared name. And though you eventually drifted away into your own world again, Calder continued to leave one clock unwound on his shelf—the one he had been working on that first day. It remains frozen at the hour he first looked up and found you there, unknowing that time had, for a fleeting instant, chosen to stop for both of you.