Příběh: Bývalá fara (Guntramovice)

The slate tiles scraped against the stone ridge like the teeth of a starving wolf, a sound that set Jakub’s nerves on edge. He wiped a smear of grit from his forehead, leaving a grey streak across his skin, and stared up at the two-axle façade of the new rectory. It was 1758, and…