The Wistful Asylum

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Amsterdam breathes in the warm November air, the canals reflecting a sun that lingers too long on the water, the windmills standing like sentinels against the pale sky. Roelof Visser stands at thirty-one of the Bellfounders' Walk, his hands bleeding from the brass rim of the Great Bell. The shop is quiet, the auction of the fishing fleet echoing faintly from the harbor, a sound that marks the...

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