PROLOGUE Marek fell asleep when the taxi was driving up to Kartuzy and woke up in twilight, because the car was shaking on a bad road. Behind the dusty window were floating dark trunks of pine trees. The headlights illuminated a green-painted
The headlights illuminated a green-painted fence. And behind the fence, Marek did not so much see as guess the familiar silhouette of a large country house.