There he sat. A shabbily dressed man. In the back of a church sanctuary. He sat in the shadows, anxious, fidgety, nervous. He wore a soiled, silvery-white cloak. A shiny silver insignia was embroidered into the rumpled fabric that stretched across his chest. The insignia? An eagle, a winged man, an ox and a lion, symbols of the four evangelists. Sacred memories and half-forgotten prophecies - they flashed across his restless mind as he sat there,...