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fandomtownies2009-07-30 01:15 pm
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The Church, Thursday Morning
After that disturbing spell in the stables that morning, Arthur felt more than a little off-balance. The befuddling preacher - the angel, he claimed to be - from last week wasn't there, but the church was a church, and as such offered some semblance of comfort for his state of utter confusion.
The preacher wasn't there, but Arthur wasn't alone, thankfully-- he slipped into a seat quickly, leaning forward across the bench in front of him, and weaved his fingers together.
He wasn't sure what, if anything, to pray for.
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The preacher wasn't there, but Arthur wasn't alone, thankfully-- he slipped into a seat quickly, leaning forward across the bench in front of him, and weaved his fingers together.
He wasn't sure what, if anything, to pray for.
[[ thread with arthur for particular people, but open if you wanna use the church ]]