MURMURS IN THE DARKROOM

Murmurs in the Darkroom

The solutions swirled violently in their trays, casting a sickly orange glow on the walls. Each click of the timer triggered a fresh wave of anxiety through me. I stood there, frozen, as the whispers seethed from the gloom. Were they coming from the print? Or perhaps it was just my own fear playing tricks on me? A cold sensation ran down my spine a

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