WHISPERS IN THE DARKROOM

Whispers in the Darkroom

The potions swirled aggressively in their trays, casting a sickly yellow glow on the walls. Each click of the timer triggered a fresh wave of anxiety through me. I stood there, motionless, as the whispers beckoned from the darkness. Were they coming from the print? Or perhaps it was just my own fear playing tricks on me? A shivering sensation ran d

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