WHISPERS IN THE DARKROOM

Whispers in the Darkroom

The solutions swirled aggressively in their trays, casting a sickly orange glow on the walls. Each click of the timer sent a fresh wave of nervousness through me. I stood there, still, as the whispers seethed from the shadows. Did they coming from the print? Or perhaps it was just my own imagination playing tricks on me? A shivering sensation ran d

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