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  • Harold turned the key in the lock and opened the door.
    To his horror, he saw another door. It was identical to the previous one.
    He turned the key in the lock of the second door and opened it. Behind it was another door. Identical to the previous two.

    He thought long and hard about, not only whether he should chance opening the third door, but about his life in general also. Had it really come to this? Opening doors; having forgotten the reason for these actions in the first place.
    Nevertheless, he turned the key in the lock of the third door and opened it. This time he was met by his own terrifying reflection staring right back at him. Blood escaped Harold's tear ducts and rolled down his grotesque face. Staring at his reflection, he shook his head in disbelief. He appeared to be a good sixty years older than when he first started opening the doors.

    Had it really been that long?
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