The Smile of the Void
Arthur Penhaligon was a man of habits. He lived in a small, cluttered apartment in Queens, where the walls were the color of old oatmeal and the only thing that grew was the pile of ungraded physics papers on his kitchen table. A retired professor of theoretical mechanics, Arthur had spent forty years teaching students about the immutable laws of the universe—gravity, entropy, the relentless...
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