MURMURS IN THE DARKROOM

Murmurs in the Darkroom

The solutions swirled aggressively in their trays, casting a sickly green glow on the walls. Each click of the timer sent a fresh wave of anxiety through me. I stood there, motionless, as the whispers beckoned from the gloom. Were they coming from the print? Or perhaps it was just my own imagination playing tricks on me? A chilling sensation ran do

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