The Arrow of Time at Blackwood Manor
The rain had not ceased for seventeen days. It fell upon the moors like a judgment, turning the dirt roads to sucking mud and the stone walls to weeping monoliths. But this was not Yorkshire. This was West Berlin, 1962, and the rain fell on a divided city, on a world that was moving, irreversibly, from order to chaos, from structure to decay, in accordance with the second law of thermodynamics,...
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