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 slightest shove, he might have fallen. "Look."
I didn't move. He turned back and reached for my hand again, pulling me down to where he sat. "Do you see that?" he asked, pointing down into the bottom of the canyon again.
I squinted. If I looked closely, I thought I could glimpse buildings, could see people movin
