The Black Market of Prague

The evening mist over Prague hung low and heavy, swirling like phantom silk around the blackened Gothic spires of the Old Town and cloaking the century-old statues of Charles Bridge in eerie shadow. The Vltava River flowed dark and cold beneath the medieval stone arches, reflecting the amber streetlamps that flickered along the cobblestone embankments. Wearing tailored black wool overcoats, dark leather gloves, and cashmere scarves, Alexander Hunt and Sienna…