Vincente nodded slowly, tearing his eyes from his dear pocket-watch. "But even if he didn't, you can come and contact me, if so you wish," he admitted. "I'm an antiques dealer, specialising in pocket-watches, although there are other things I'll take too. It's a nice job, I think - I get to stick around these things all day, and people are much more lenient when I carry them around."
An omnivorous reader with a strangely retentive memory for trifles.
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