Project Dakota: Rising of the dead
The fairy lights twinkled, the benches were filled with expectant, smiling faces, and Patrick the gardener stood by the makeshift altar, looking solemn and dignified in his slightly-too-big priestly vestments.
The fear was still there, a cold stone in her gut. The mysteries and threats were still waiting. But for tonight, they were setting it all aside. For tonight, they were just people, celebrating the stubborn, irrational, beautiful persistence of love. And as the first notes of Elise’s guitar began to play, a simple, haunting melody that signaled the start of the ceremony, Ethel felt a hope so fierce it felt like a weapon. They were building something here. And no matter what came, they
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