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But my terror was not a simple terror. I sensed that more had occurred to me than could be accounted for simply in the terms of the world I knew. I was afraid. I ran to the floor-length curtains before the huge window of my bedroom and flung them open. I looked out on the city. It hung dark with the gases of pollution, made golden in the sunlight. I could see thousands of windows, some with the sun reflecting from them, in the unreal golden haze. - (Captive of Gor)