Příběh: Usedlost čp. 10 (Drážkov)

The mallet struck the chisel with a bone-jarring thud that Matěj Vách felt all the way up his elbows, vibrating through his teeth. He wiped a mixture of sweat and fine white lime from his brow, leaving a ghostly smear across his forehead. Around him, the air in Drážkov was thick—…