Příběh: Usedlost Hrdlořezská čp. 2

The iron wedge bit into the marlstone with a jarring crack that vibrated up Mikuláš’s arm and settled deep in his teeth. He wiped a mixture of grit and sweat from his brow, squinting through the haze of dust that hung heavy in the stagnant air of Hrdlořezy. The sun was sinking, c…