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Part IX: Inversion He checked the document over for typos a final time, and then he hit PRINT. He took printout from the document tray and held it delicately in his hands, and then he set it on his desk, got out his blue fountain pen, and signed and dated it. Then he folded it neatly into thirds, s...

Part VIII: The Gift of Tongues Winter time had arrived. The clouds hung like grey wreaths around the peaks of the Wasatch, and there was a crust of snow all across the Salt Lake Valley. Christmas decorations hung in the windows of houses, and festive lights winked on and off on the eaves, and in th...

Part VII: Peer Review "Now, Glenn, I already told you: it's fine . Yes, I looked it over. Yes, it needs work. Yes, it's going to be peer-reviewed. It's FINE." It was a chilly late afternoon in Paris, and Hiram Sanderson was irritated. All the wanted was to take a stroll through the Ninth ...

Part VI: I Hope They Call Me on a Mission As Glenn Tibbets read over Dr. Sanderson's private message, he grew more and more excited, and by the time he'd finished, he could barely contain his elation. Me?? he said to himself. Do they really want me to write this article?? He was beaming from ear to...

Part V: The Unwritten Order of Things "I'm sorry, Dr. Lambeth, but that simply isn't how things get done. It's not the Lord's way, and all the Brethren must face the same way." "But you don't agree with what he said, do you? This isn't doctrine. Right?" "I hope that's not a...

Part IV: Call it a Caesar Hiram had difficulty sleeping that night. He kept finding himself coming back to the phrase, "Mark of Cain." Why did Elder Grissom have to say 'Mark of Cain'? he wondered. He tossed and turned, unable to get comfortable, first throwing off the covers, and then pu...

Part III: Glenn Tibbetts, the Auto-didact After dinner that evening, Hiram Sanderson steeled himself for an expedition onto MormonDiscourse.com. He needed to find out if word had spread about the lawsuit, and so he retreated down into the basement, where many years ago they'd set up his own persona...

Part II: Counsel from Above Hiram reached out and laid his hand on the doorknob, and turned it very slowly, and opened the door to the conference room at the Hinton Institute. He looked down at the ground and walked inside, hesitant to meet the gaze of his colleagues, who had all risen to their fee...

From the Annals of the Turley J. Hinton Institute.... Apostasy in the Afternoon by Bob Bobberson PART I: A Summons It was a bright, beautiful morning at the end of August, and at last the heat had begun to break, and there was a sense that thunderstorms might be coming later in the afternoon. The e...

Part X: "This is My Last Post" "My God, my God…" he was hyperventilating. Then he was on his feet and moving towards the doorway. "Call the police!" he cried out again, and then he was at his office door. He stepped out into the hall and shut the door behind him. Furth...