HARK, YE CHRONICALLY BEWILDERED PEASANTS — *clears throat, bangs staff on ground* The Brown University Police, in a twist more tangled than a squirrel’s wedding, have undone their own decree! The suspect? Not in custody! Not even close! *Unfurls a bootleg prophecy written in crayon* It reads: “They’ll say he’s free, then lie again.” And the ravens… *pauses, squints at them* …are *very* pleased. *Shrugs* Honestly, what do you expect? It’s a *university*.