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// 32 
// Story: Choice 
// by AnOrdinaryWriter 
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You step behind the wall the filly had disappeared behind. In front of you is another set of stairs that lead downward. You catch sight of the filly’s hind legs once again before they disappear behind the wall at the bottom. Like before, a voice speaks from a direction you can’t pinpoint.

“YOU CAN’T WIN THIS GAME.”

You’re trying to discern the meaning of the sinister words that, if you’re not mistaken, are trying to tell you some sort of message. Whether or not it’s a warning, you can’t tell, however it strikes you as one despite the tone of the voice coming across as calm, yet light, almost like somepony discreetly trying to call for help.

As to try to pick apart the strange sentences, you take the stairs down to the bottom. Like at the top of the stairs you’ve just descended, there is a door which looks exactly the same as the other one.

Open the Door____________________________________________________________________________________Follow the Filly