Příběh: Pamětní kámen (Opatovice, 1000144930)

The steel bit into Marek’s shoulder, a white-hot line of agony that tasted of salt and copper in the back of his throat. He stumbled, his boots skidding in the damp soil of the field west of Opatovice, the tall grass whipping against his thighs like frantic hands. Through the haz…