WHISPERS IN THE DARKROOM

Whispers in the Darkroom

The chemicals swirled aggressively in their trays, casting a sickly yellow glow on the walls. Each click of the timer triggered a fresh wave of nervousness click here through me. I stood there, frozen, as the whispers beckoned from the darkness. Could they coming from the print? Or perhaps it was just my own delusions playing tricks on me? A chilli

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