Walking the Rail

One careful step at a time, you inch along the Skyway rail. The metal is cold beneath your boots, and the darkened city stretches in every direction — a sea of flickering candles far, far below. Your stomach lurches. Don't look down.

Then a fierce gust slams into you. The rail shudders, and you grab a support cable with both hands, heart hammering. When the wind dies, you dare to breathe again — and spot someone on a nearby rooftop, waving both arms wildly. The Furnace spire glows faintly ahead. Every second matters.