Příběh: Krucifix (Bylany)
Jan Dobruski’s knuckles whitened as he gripped the rough, frozen hemp of the rope, his breath emerging in ragged plumes of frost. Around him, the men of Bylany strained against the immense weight, their boots sliding in the churned, muddy earth of the village center. This was the…
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