A group of mysterious, hooded figures approached me.
"You are," they said in unison, "the Chosen One."
"Chosen for what?" I asked.
"Uh..."
They withdrew into a huddle.
"I thought you knew," I heard, and "It's been centuries," and "Did we take notes?"
I wished them luck and left.
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