CHAPTER 22
I pause for a moment, aghast at the number of them filling the narrow path.
Before today, I caught only glimpses of the laborers brought in to staff the
palace—always pleasant, clean, groomed to Mother’s satisfaction. Like Binta, I
thought they lived simple lives, safe within the palace walls. I never considered
where they came from, where else they might have ended up,
“Skies…” It’s almost too hard to bear the sight. Mostly diviners, the laborers
outnumber the villagers by hordes, dressed in nothing but tattered rags. Their
dark skin blisters under the scorching sun, marred by the dirt and sand
seemingly burned into their beings. Each is hardly more than a walking
skeleton.
A message I take from this scene is that reality is harsher than what you expect and you might see some things that you taught they are in a good condition but they are not.
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