The Shore of Entropy
ACT ONE: THE TIDE Ellis stood on the shore and watched the tide. It was not a dramatic tide, no crashing waves, no foaming crests, no cinematic fury. It was a simple, rhythmic rise and fall, the kind of tide that had been rising and falling along this coast for a hundred million years before men decided it needed a name and would continue to rise and fall a hundred million years after men had...
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