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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a huge, old-fashioned astronomical clock dominates the center of a large, dusty courtyard. The air's dry and still, with a slight scent of stone and aged metal, and it's late afternoon judging by the sun's position in the sky. A bunch of worn stone benches sit around the clock, but the thing that's really weird is that one of the clock's massive, stone hour hands has somehow passed through the trunk of a massive palm tree growing in the middle of the courtyard, like it's been that way for years. The sun beats down on the stone floor.