Be honest, how many of you have actually heard about the Man with the Gold Watch before tonight? Thought so. Nobody ever does. Until they see him. And then it's either too late or you're one of the lucky ones who knew better.
I'm posting this because my grandfather told me this story when I was a kid, and last week I almost ran into the fucker for real. Almost looked him in the eye. My heart's still pounding when I think about it. You need to know this before you walk through any old business district past midnight.
Every city has one. I don't care if you're in New York, London, some shithole in Eastern Europe, or a "nice" little town with one cobblestone street and a clock tower that hasn't worked since the 80s. He's there. Waiting.
They call him different things. The Broker. The Late One. My granddad just called him "The Ded" like the Slavic word for grandpa, because that's what he looks like. Just some old man. Expensive coat, old-school leather shoes polished like mirrors, grey hair combed back like he's about to close a deal. Respectable. Out of place.
But the watch, anons. You'll notice the watch first if you're stupid enough to look up. Massive gold thing on a leather strap. Antique as fuck. And here's the thing - the hands never move. Ever.
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