WHISPERS IN THE DARKROOM

Whispers in the Darkroom

The chemicals swirled violently in their trays, casting a sickly green glow on the walls. Each click of the timer sent a fresh wave of unease through me. I stood there, frozen, as the whispers seethed from the shadows. Could they coming from the print? Or perhaps it was just my own imagination playing tricks on me? A chilling sensation ran down my

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