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 here a fresh wave of anxiety through me. I stood there, motionless, as the whispers whispered from the shadows. Could they coming from the print? Or perhaps it was just my own imagination playing tricks on me? A shivering sensat

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