The Golden Downtown
Rotterdam in 1912 did not sleep; it creaked, a vast wooden ship listing under the weight of its own ambition, the polders breathing out salt air that rusted the iron and the pride in equal measure. The new city hall stood on reclaimed land, a golden tooth set in the grey gum of the delta, and the banquet hall within it smelled of roasted goose, spilled wine, and the specific, metallic tang of a...
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