"She saw the faces streaming past her, the faces made alike by fear—fear as a common denominator, fear of themselves, fear of all and of one another, f...
There is fear hanging in the air of the sleeping halls, and the air of the streets. Fear walks through the city, fear without name, without shape. All men feel it and none dare speak.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
There is fear hanging in the air of the sleeping halls, and the air of the streets. Fear walks throu...
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