A Cord of Three Strands

Franklin Stackford steps into the circle of candles. His shadow does not flicker and does not fade.

“We have waited a long time for this, my friends…” Franklin Stackford stands tall, his shadow taller still, and he speaks like a preacher exhorting his congregation. “We have had the knowledge for some time, but never the means. Never the power. Now that means and power have ...