Literature
My Brother's Hands Chapter 1
Scared stiff of work and disgusted by most wild things, Cairo Fletcher was quite out of place as he hauled himself up a mountain ridge, thousands of miles from any tavern. Yet here he was, and as he questioned his life choices for the hundredth time this month, he began to worry he might never find his friend. Muck from the bogs of Yjvak made stains he couldn't get out, not even in the river Jorr. That same river had cleansed him of the clay and sand from the eastern canyons, however, and when the salt from the sandbars of Newmarket created a crust on his clothes, the fields of Aspernaggen brushed it off. Yet after all this time, this mountai