That night, the villagers heard the humming again—fainter this time, almost sad. And in the morning, carved into the dead oak at the edge of the forest, were three new gashes.
Karel’s radio crackled. He had no signal. czech hunter 10
The silence that followed was absolute. He returned to Záhrobí at dusk. The villagers watched him from behind lace curtains. At the guesthouse, Paní Bílková saw the bag containing the statue and crossed herself. That night, the villagers heard the humming again—fainter