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Mara lived in a small apartment on the fifth floor of an old building. She knew every crack in the
walls, every creaky floorboard—so when a door appeared at the end of her hallway one
morning, she froze.
It was wooden, deep blue, with a brass handle. No number. No sound behind it.
Inside was a cozy study, lit by a fire that shouldn’t exist. Books lined the walls—books with her
name on the covers. Titles like *“The Girl Who Chose the Door”* and *“Mara’s Second Life.”*
As she reached for one, a voice behind her whispered, “You can read what was… or write
what’s next.”
Mara was never seen in her apartment again. But every so often, someone finds a new door in
their hallway, just like hers.
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