Noah knelt in the broken snow with both hands in the soil and took stock.
Blood ran from his nose and both ears and the corners of his eyes, and his coat had soaked through at the chest and shoulders. His straw hat lay in the snow beside his knee. He could not remember losing it. That was the smallest of his problems.
Narrative Walls standing: 4 of 26. Around you: 3. Over the farm: 1.|
|Broken out of existence: 7. Rebuilding: 15. Regeneration cannot reach them.|
|Farm Wall: whole.|
Four out of twenty-six. He read it once, and once was enough.
