Marlowe
The afternoon setup moved fast once the flower-gathering finished, everyone pitching in to arrange chairs and finish the last details before the ceremony's scheduled start time, and I nearly missed Wrench swaying slightly near the ceremony arch, catching himself against a nearby post before anyone else fully registered what had happened.
"Wrench." I crossed the yard fast, King close behind me, both of us reaching him within seconds. "Are you okay?"
"Fine." He waved off the concern, though his color had gone visibly pale, and I noticed his hand trembling slightly against the post he'd caught himself on. "Stood up too fast. Nothing serious."
"You don't look fine." Preacher arrived, drawn by the commotion, already reaching for Wrench's wrist to check his pulse with brisk, professi
