An elderly watchmaker sits at a wooden workbench in a cozy, warmly lit room, his round glasses slipping down his nose as he carefully adjusts the tiny gears of an old pocket watch. His hands, wrinkled but steady, work with practiced precision, surrounded by scattered tools, spare parts, and open sketchbooks filled with delicate diagrams. A steaming mug of tea rests beside him, forgotten in his focus. Through the frosty window, soft snow falls outside, covering the quiet village in a gentle hush. The atmosphere is serene, filled with the quiet ticking of countless clocks lining the shelves—each one a testament to his tireless dedication and love for his craft.

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