The Polar Night Won't Shine on the Faithless
Half a month later came the day we were supposed to have held our wedding.
Communication in the polar region was fully cut off, and I had no way of knowing anything from home.
Later, a senior colleague, on one of the rare satellite calls that got through, passed on the rumors coming out of the college.
That day, Adrian went ahead and booked out the oldest white-stone church downtown.
The scene was set like a dream, all the white roses, silver candlesticks, and deep-green ribbons I'd once mentioned in passing.