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At 376 Ashbury, the old watchmaker’s shop had been converted into a pawn and repair store. A brass nameplate—D. Assay—hung crooked on the door. Inside, watches lay like tiny planets. The clerk there, an older woman with steady hands, remembered a man who came in the week of April 19, 2024: "He brought a broken pendulum. Said he'd return at dawn, 1:55, to retrieve it. Paid in a coin I couldn't name."
