"Welcome!" The man greets me with a flourish, bowing low and removing his hat. It is the man's voice from the phone. His face is pale and gaunt, like that of a corpse but his eyes glint with life and mischief. "Your particular prize awaits you behind these doors and as you might imagine, it is up to you to choose." He steps aside with a wave of one arm, spinning his cane in the other gloved hand.
I had never been given a break in my life. Never won a contest, and considering I believed that I was still in bed and dreaming, I smiled and stepped forward. It seemed I had a choice to make.
But which door do I open?
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