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50 Doors

I strode along the mossy path not knowing if my choices would lead me true. I slowly and carefully turned a blind corner. When the corridor fully opened up to sight I found myself not more than fifty feet from a crossing. I would need to decide between three separate possibilities. As I cautiously approached the crossing, the destination of the corridor that I strode in came into my field of vision. It appeared that my decisions would be narrowed by a dead end not more than a hundred feet past the crossing.

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