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The line went dead.

A soft, crackling voice came through. "The clock in Bishop Hall is running backward." ole miss it help desk

He opened the clock’s face. Inside, the gears were like the elevator’s—warm, seamless, impossibly intricate. One gear had slipped, a hairline fracture in its tooth. He’d never seen metal fatigue like this. The line went dead

Dr. Lafayette stood, her form flickering like a bad signal. "Thank you, Jordan. You’ll get a ticket tomorrow about a malfunctioning printer in the Union. Don’t worry. It’s just a printer." The line went dead. A soft

Dr. Lafayette smiled, sad and ancient. "The Grove stays the Grove. The Walk of Champions stays straight. And you wake up tomorrow remembering none of this."

"Where in Bishop Hall?" he asked.