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Sedlec, Kutna Hora, Czech Republic, 11.42pm
Morgan and Jake were thrust out of the van into the blackness of the Czech night, their hands still cuffed with plastic ties.
The drive from Karlsruhe east to the Czech Republic had taken only five hours on the fast German roads but they had been cramped and uncomfortable. The journey had passed in silence; any attempt at conversation had been met with a thud in the ribs from the weapons of the guards. When she realized where they were, Morgan knew they would have passed close to Nuremberg where Durer had lived and carved the images. She and Jake had been cuffed to a bench in the back of the van so she hadn’t been able to see the route but now they had reached their destination, it all made sense.
“Sedlec,” she said. “It’s the bone church.
