"I feel half faded away like some figure in the background of an old picture.
He felt, in a way so familiar as to be almost dreary, the chosen victim of the gods, the self-admitted traitor, the one destined for judgment.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
He felt, in a way so familiar as to be almost dreary, the chosen victim of the gods, the self-admitt...
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