The Alley of Echoed Footsteps
Paths Repeating Choices
A narrow alley in an ancient city echoed not the footsteps you made, but the ones you should have made.
When a hesitant traveler passed through, he heard confident echoes ahead.
A thief heard footsteps turning back instead of forward.
A woman who had once fled her home heard her younger self walking courageously in the opposite direction.
People entered the alley shaken—but always emerged sure of which direction they needed to go next.
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