Příběh: Dům čp. 196

Amidst the echoing clang of a blacksmith's hammer and the aromatic mingling of pine shavings and freshly tanned leather, the air in Štramberk felt alive with whispers from another era. In the courtyard beside Dům čp. 196, Jakub Pospíšil paused to wipe his brow, casting an eye ove…