Journey's End

Dorothy J. Heydt

Before she could nerve herself to think of jumping, she saw that there was in fact another way down: a little path that wound like a vine tendril through the air, spiraling downward from right to left. It turned against the path of the sun, as fitted a road through the realms of the dead, and it brought to her mind all the old sayings about walking on the knife's edge, but in fact the path was an ell wide, maybe more, and if she could only make her will rule her feet, she could walk it.

Between Komi and myself lies this path.

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