violently over the uneven floor as she muttered under her short breath. And to had vomited somewhere so far
north, where no one with the right mind would have gone to! The Wall soon turned nasty as well-furbished
stone gradually morphed into untamed soil, generously interspersed with wild weeds and broken sections of the
original Ming Wall – details our realist had no interest in. The object of her interest finally emerged as an artistic
splash right at the median of the road. As the narrow path prevented her from placing the cart aside, she decided
to overtake the cart by nimbly flitting beside it. What she did not expect was a conclusion of ill maintenance; the
rocks had loosened after centuries of erosion, and these castellations were not equipped for further abuse; as
soon as our ill-fated realist stepped on the jeopardous stones, they instantly crumpled as paper would, sending
her spiralling down the Wall. She instinctively lunged at the cart for support, not realising in time the lethality of
such an action. When she finally realised what was happening, she along with the cart were already plummeting
towards their inevitable demise. As the cart collided with the side of the jagged, protruding stones with a
thunderous crash and disintegrated into shards of plastic, a harrowing cry escaped from her twisted lips; the next
moment, she laid cold and stark in a shroud of moss and polymer.
As random people began surrounding the scene, it was evident from their blank faces that this little incident
had not many implications: firstly, one cannot really blame anyone for an accident like this; and secondly, one
could always reconstruct any section of the Wall – one petty life could not cause the fall of the Wall, certainly.
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