The mist around the Climb swirled and glowed as the sun shone through it onto the streets below. The boy paused his work on the cliff-side orchard, momentarily wiping his forehead from the dew and sweat that had accumulated. A hard days work, but it was better than harvesting grubs. Anything would be better than that vile stench. "I wonder..."
Days working on the North side of Climb were cold, sometimes you had to wear two layers just to stay warm. The air was especially thin when the wind picked up, and the sun didn't shine on the rock face, making it hard to see at times. The one good thing about it was the small birds that roosted next to the damp niches along the edges of the summit. Sometimes you could get an extra bite to eat, and lord knows a guy can get hungry up there with only a sack and his cabbages as company.
"Martin! It's time to turn in!" The voice at the top of the ledge had to be none other than Maryse. I know that voice anywhere. She was like a m