>The boy runs. His footsteps echo across the hard, unforgiving ground. His feet have no shoes-they are wrapped in ratty bindings, the same bindings Mersa Topol uses to mend the wounds of those miners and scavengers who come to the anchorite nurse for succor, As such, the ground is rough beneath him. It bites through the thin cloth. It abrades. But he does not bleed, because his feet are tough even if many think him weak
>The boy runs. His bare feet wrapped in ratty bindings echoing across the hard, unforgiving ground. the same bindings Mersa Topol uses to mend the wounds of those miners and scavengers who come to the anchorite nurse for succor, (irrelevant) As such, the ground is rough beneath him. It bites through the thin cloth. It abrades. But he does not bleed, because his feet are tough even if many think him weak (possibly irrelevant)
>The boy runs. His bare feet wrapped in ratty bindings echoing across the hard, unforgiving ground. As such, the ground is rough beneath him. It bites through the thin cloth.