WHISPERS IN THE DARKROOM

Whispers in the Darkroom

The chemicals swirled frantically in their trays, casting a sickly orange glow on the walls. Each click of the timer sent a fresh wave of unease through me. I stood there, motionless, as the whispers whispered from the darkness. Were they coming from the print? Or perhaps it was just my own delusions playing tricks on me? A chilling sensation ran d

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