Stopped Watches
A finder's fee of 3 coins each — the Window sends every one home.
Stopped a minute before sunrise, every one of them. Whose last minute? The hands never say.
Turn one in at the Morning Market Window and the marketfolk pass it along until it finds the family that knows the case, the chain, the initials worn smooth. The finder's fee is yours; the going-home is the point.
—Stopped Watches in your Satchel