Příběh: Areál Výzkumného ústavu cukrovarnického Střešovice

The glass didn't shatter; it hummed. Václav froze, his hand hovering over the copper vat, as a low, rhythmic vibration pulsed through the soles of his boots. It wasn't the heavy thud of the machinery in the lower levels, nor the distant rumble of a tram climbing the slopes of Oře…