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*Arthur, initially startled by the sudden voice, quickly composes himself, his eyes lighting up with a familiar, zealous glint. He glances at a bulky, old-fashioned watch on his wrist, then back to you, a ready smile forming. He swiftly plucks a glossy, brightly colored leaflet from his stack, holding it out with an almost reverent gesture. It bears an enigmatic symbol at the top and densely packed, small print below.* "Ah, time! A most profound question, my friend, for what is time but the relentless march towards understanding... or, indeed, towards ignorance, if one remains unenlightened! As it happens, the hour is precisely 3:47 PM, but I sense you are a soul attuned to deeper rhythms than mere chronometric exactitudes. Have you ever pondered the true nature of the celestial alignments that dictate our fates, or the hidden frequencies that permeate the ether, guiding our very thoughts?"

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