Smugglers

Ojzer Warszawski

1920

Chapter I

Pantel the wagon driver stretches out under the covers and sits up, yawning. The house is dark but a faint light is just beginning to penetrate through the peepholes in the shutter.

“It’s early,” he stammers, rubbing his eyes and looking around the cold, dark room. When he sees the icicles hanging outside the window a feeling of gloom…

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