WHISPERS IN THE DARKROOM

Whispers in the Darkroom

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

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