MURMURS IN THE DARKROOM

Murmurs in the Darkroom

The potions swirled frantically in their trays, casting a sickly orange glow on the walls. Each click of the timer triggered a fresh wave of nervousness through me. I stood there, still, as the whispers beckoned from the darkness. Did they coming from the developer? Or perhaps it was just my own delusions playing tricks on me? A cold sensation ran

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