Whispers in the Darkroom

The chemicals swirled violently in their trays, casting a sickly orange glow on the walls. Each click of the timer sent a fresh wave of unease through me. I stood there, motionless, as the whispers seethed from the gloom. Could they coming from the enlarger? Or perhaps it was just my own fear playing tricks on me? A chilling sensation ran down my s

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