WHISPERS IN THE DARKROOM

Whispers in the Darkroom

The chemicals swirled frantically 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 darkness. Did they coming from the enlarger? Or perhaps it was just my own fear playing tricks on me? A shivering sensation ran down my sp

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