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Friday, August 21, 2020

Children of blood and bone: 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 real life situation this could be compared to is people who live in lower areas, you see what they look like at school or work but you never consider where they could from or what life is like in there homes.

What I wonder is if later on in the book this changes, if the laborers get to live in better conditions and get better clothes.