Over this they'd placed an old red tarp Zlata had found in Matey's junkyard, along with the greenest of the dried herbs they'd collected. They'd moved the worn quilts from Pavle's makeshift bed, turning its pallet into a table. Then, when Pavle saw what they were doing, he had to drag Anton in as well. She and Cveta had counted the passing days. Instead, the shelter rattled as the wind howled and battered the doors and boarded walls, threatening to scour it from the face of the earth and bury its remains in snow and ice like the rest of the city outside.īut Zlata huddled closer to her companions as she surveyed the scene before them. ![]() ![]() For once, there were no gunshots or bomb blasts to be heard anywhere in Pogoren.
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