Albert Zawada/ Agencja Gazeta

Witold Szablowski

  THE ASSASSIN FROM APRICOT CITY (an excerpt)   The Assassin from Apricot City By Witold Szabłowski Translated by Antonia...
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Mariusz Czubaj

The blue surface broke into a hundred pieces, like a shattered mirror. Multicoloured spots whirled in his eyes. He felt the skin on his cheek burning. He regained consciousness instantly. He realised now that it was not a dream. He was not on the coast. Something much worse than a nightmare was happening in the waking.

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