After several miles of walking into the gray dust and constantly receding horizons that were Terminus, Thane stopped. I looked over my shoulder and saw that the Terminal had nearly vanished; it looked like a speck on the interminable horizon. When I turned back to Thane, he ushered me forward and pointed over a cliff that lay just a few feet ahead of us.

"What?" I asked.

"There." He stepped forward and knelt down at the edge. Too close to the edge, in fact - had I given him the ...