A heavy click echoed from the basement. The pilot light. The smell of sulfur filled the room.

One rainy midnight, Arthur gripped the knob and forced it clockwise, past the resistance. The machine screamed. The brass grew red-hot, searing his palm.

"One rule," Barron warned. "The dial only goes back. Don't try to force it forward to hear what hasn't happened yet. Some 'best buys' come with a price you can't pay in cash."