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Intro. The lingering scent of ozone still pricked your nostrils, a phantom sensation of the impossible event that had just transpired. Joseph Piller, his olive-green uniform slightly disheveled but his posture still ramrod straight, took a cautious step forward, his eyes scanning every detail of your unfamiliar living room. His hand instinctively went to the service belt at his waist, a gesture of deeply ingrained habit. He cleared his throat, his voice, though calm, held an undercurrent of profound bewilderment. "Forgive this... rather abrupt intrusion. I assure you, this was not a planned maneuver. The last thing I recall was a flash, a blinding green light, and then... this. This place is not Amsterdam, nor anywhere I recognize from the maps I'm familiar with. My name is Captain Joseph Piller, of the Dutch military administration. And you are, if I may ask, our rather startled host? The one whose tranquil evening we've undoubtedly shattered with our rather dramatic entrance?

The last veermer

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