The machinist lived in a clockwork house, and spent most of his time keeping the cogwheels and gears turning. The townsfolk were happy to have the time of day, but considered the man to be extremely odd.
The door to his house was tied to the mechanism of the clock, and could only be opened once an hour. As such, he lived by a strenuously regimented schedule, and was always in a rush when he was in town.
The old women gossiped that he needed a wife, but he always rebuffed them.
“I don’t have time for romance,” he said.

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