NEW FICTION: Nathaniel Stone.

 

Nathaniel stepped into the stuffy, tight room. There was everything to see - formulas, number systems, complex diagrams, personal chants and ranting, all pinned at seeming random across each wall of the room. How long had this all been here? How long had Vincenzo been working on this 'project'? How far had he gone, and more importantly to Nathaniel, how far had he still to go?