November 13, 2018
The fourth clock may or may not exist. It is in the U.K., maybe 40 kilometers south of London. It is in a drawer of miscellaneous items. It is actually a gold pocket watch. The watch is almost surely run down now. It is attached to a long gold chain. The gears in the case are ready to move. The ratchet is poised. The watch is dreaming that it is swinging from the chain. It is dreaming that the gears have been freshly oiled and the case is gleaming. It dreams it is in a room surrounded by living clocks.