I’d passed many trials; the memories though, almost too painful to bear.
Now, the final trial. I’m in a stark white room. No furniture, no windows. Two white doors materialise, each sporting a silver handle.
“Choose,” said the voice, the one that had been with me throughout the trials.
“Where do they go?”
“One will return you to the beginning, a chance to do it all again, correct your mistakes, a chance for redemption. The other will take you to a place of eternal judgement. Choose.”
I take a deep breath, cross to a door, turn the handle and push…