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I know this is going to sound made up. But I swear… those doors weren’t there before. I’ve lived in that apartment for over three years. Same layout. Same rooms. Same everything. There’s no way I wouldn’t have noticed… a door. It started one evening. I got home late, turned on the lights, dropped my keys… and that’s when I saw it. On the wall across from the living room. A door. Plain. Wooden. Closed. I just stood there for a second, staring at it. Because that wall… had always been em