The Last Lesson of Entropy
The cellar smelled of damp earth and the metallic tang of old blood. Arthur sat in his mahogany chair, his eyes clouded by a milky blindness that had claimed his sight three years ago in the mud of the Somme. Around him, six children sat in a semi-circle, their breathing shallow in the freezing air of the London slums. "Listen closely," Arthur whispered, his voice a dry rattle. "The universe is...
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