45
Walking Through Infinity
To say it was slow going is to say that a typhoon is a small rainstorm.
At first, Julian was hopeful that they would prove Jared's prediction wrong. After all, he had seen blind men walk at a fairly impressive pace, probing the road ahead with their staffs and maneuvering based on touch with seeming ease.
Of course, they had lots of practice at it. And for the most part, they were on familiar terrain. Not so in this circumstance, in either respect.
Still, they almost managed a normal walking pace, until the moment, about a quarter hour after they departed the ledge, when Julian's leading foot came down on nothing but empty air. Overbalanced, he came damn close to falling over the side, but a quick tug from Jared combined with Julian all but throwing him
