Herold’s feet ached so badly he could hardly walk. It had
started as a rash. Then his skin bubbled. Last night, the bottoms of his feet
had burst and were leaking an ugly pus. He could smell it even through his
socks and shoes.
I’ll have to throw
them away when I make it out, he thought to himself.
The pain in his feet made traveling hard. He knew he had
at least a few more days of walking before he got out. He was happy that he had
at least found a familiar trail that he knew led out.
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