There are no more forks in the bridge. The train carries them straight down the bridge toward an island obscured by the thick mist. Suddenly, the engine breaks through the fog and disappears. A second later, the train car vanishes, dumping them all on the end of the bridge.
Ahead, an island is adorned with the blackened towers of a once-great castle. Through the very center of the building, a volcano rises, its peak a hundred feet above the building’s roof. From the mouth of the volcano, a slow flow of angry liquid fire trickles out, a line of bright gold running off the edge and into that ocean of Unmaking.
“Thanks for riding the Stein Express,” Frankie says. “We have arrived at our final destination, Shadow High.”