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.:»\%¤§@## Several Centuries After It Had Last ##@§¤%\»:.
..:»\%¤§@# Belonged To Us, We Went On An Outing To #@§¤%\»:..
.:»\%¤§@## The Glass Factory That Bore Our Family ##@§¤%\»:.
..:»\%¤§@# Name. It Had Changed Owners Many Times #@§¤%\»:..
.:»\%¤§@## Since Our Ancestors Death, And Then ##@§¤%\»:.
..:»\%¤§@# Stood Abandoned For A Long While. #@§¤%\»:..
.:»\%¤§@## Finally, The Natural End Station For ##@§¤%\»:.
..:»\%¤§@# The Buildings That Survive: A Museum, #@§¤%\»:..
.:»\%¤§@## And A Gift Shop. ##@§¤%\»:.
..:»\%¤§@# #@§¤%\»:..
.:»\%¤§@## There'S A Long Time Since My Family ##@§¤%\»:.
..:»\%¤§@# Made Anything. By Many, We Would Be #@§¤%\»:..
.:»\%¤§@## Considered Poor. ##@§¤%\»:.
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.:»\%¤§@## There Are Two Main Factory Buildings, ##@§¤%\»:.
..:»\%¤§@# Domed Things Of Several Floors, Made In #@§¤%\»:..
.:»\%¤§@## Yellow Brick. Large But Narrow Windows, ##@§¤%\»:.
..:»\%¤§@# Reminescent Of Some Cathedral. #@§¤%\»:..
.:»\%¤§@## Custom-Made Glass, Of Course, Large And ##@§¤%\»:.
..:»\%¤§@# LeadEd, And Ashen. A Bit Too Dark To Be #@§¤%\»:..
.:»\%¤§@## Practical. On The Eastern Building, ##@§¤%\»:.
..:»\%¤§@# Some Are Shattered. #@§¤%\»:..
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..:»\%¤§@# The Other One Is Publicly Open. There'S #@§¤%\»:..
.:»\%¤§@## A Museum, With Wax Figures Of My Great ##@§¤%\»:.
..:»\%¤§@# Great Great Grandfather, Or Something. #@§¤%\»:..
.:»\%¤§@## Various Tools (Or Replicas) Laid Out On ##@§¤%\»:.
..:»\%¤§@# Tables, With Explaining Texts. A Lot Of #@§¤%\»:..
.:»\%¤§@## Glass Of Varying Thickness. ##@§¤%\»:.
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.:»\%¤§@## I Quickly Sneak Out, And Climb Into The ##@§¤%\»:.
..:»\%¤§@# Other Building. The Contrast Is #@§¤%\»:..
.:»\%¤§@## Overwhelming. It Must Have Stood ##@§¤%\»:.
..:»\%¤§@# Derelict For A Long Time, Windows #@§¤%\»:..
.:»\%¤§@## Broken, Metallic Trash And Pools Of ##@§¤%\»:.
..:»\%¤§@# Dark Glass All Over The Floor. No #@§¤%\»:..
.:»\%¤§@## Electric Lights, But I Can See By The ##@§¤%\»:.
..:»\%¤§@# Light That Shines In Wherever The Dark #@§¤%\»:..
.:»\%¤§@## Windows Are Missing A Pane. ##@§¤%\»:.
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.:»\%¤§@## However, The Greatest Difference Is The ##@§¤%\»:.
..:»\%¤§@# Higher Floors: This Building Has None. #@§¤%\»:..
.:»\%¤§@## It Is One Massive Hall, Stretching Away ##@§¤%\»:.
..:»\%¤§@# Infinitely Above Me. Somewhere Up There #@§¤%\»:..
.:»\%¤§@## Is Some Great Iron Latticework, From ##@§¤%\»:.
..:»\%¤§@# Where Chains Are Suspended, And Parts #@§¤%\»:..
.:»\%¤§@## Of Machinery Has Been Falling Down. ##@§¤%\»:.
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.:»\%¤§@## There Is, In The Middle Of The Great ##@§¤%\»:.
..:»\%¤§@# Hall, A Thin Spiral Staircase That #@§¤%\»:..
.:»\%¤§@## Leads Up There. I Sneak Over There, And ##@§¤%\»:.
..:»\%¤§@# Take A Few Reluctant Steps. After Just #@§¤%\»:..
.:»\%¤§@## A Revolution, I Notice That For Each ##@§¤%\»:.
..:»\%¤§@# Step The Building Starts To Glow, The #@§¤%\»:..
.:»\%¤§@## Bricks Turning A Dark Red, And Then ##@§¤%\»:.
..:»\%¤§@# Orange, All The Piled Up Debree Being #@§¤%\»:..
.:»\%¤§@## Lit From Behind. ##@§¤%\»:.
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.:»\%¤§@## I Stop Ready To Run Down And Out, But ##@§¤%\»:.
..:»\%¤§@# There'S Someone Else On The Staircase #@§¤%\»:..
.:»\%¤§@## With Me Now, Pressed Close. He'S ##@§¤%\»:.
..:»\%¤§@# Looking Like Me, Short Hair And Thin #@§¤%\»:..
.:»\%¤§@## Arms, But With Ears From Some Animal, ##@§¤%\»:.
..:»\%¤§@# And More Disturbingly, Completely Made #@§¤%\»:..
.:»\%¤§@## Of Dark Liquid glass. ##@§¤%\»:.
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.:»\%¤§@## My Fear Holds Me In Place While He ##@§¤%\»:.
..:»\%¤§@# Starts Operating Levers And Dials Set #@§¤%\»:..
.:»\%¤§@## In The Center Of The Staircase. Slowly, ##@§¤%\»:.
..:»\%¤§@# It Starts Spinning, Circling Upwards. #@§¤%\»:..
.:»\%¤§@## It'S An Elevator! I Start To Run ##@§¤%\»:.
..:»\%¤§@# Downwards, But Now The Liquid Boy #@§¤%\»:..
.:»\%¤§@## Creature Grabs Hold Of Me. I Try To ##@§¤%\»:.
..:»\%¤§@# Shake Him Off, But He'S Too Strong, And #@§¤%\»:..
.:»\%¤§@## Pulls Me Back Up Beside Him. ##@§¤%\»:.
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.:»\%¤§@## This Time, I Turn Angry Instead. What ##@§¤%\»:.
..:»\%¤§@# The Hell? Who Is This Guy, Acting Like #@§¤%\»:..
.:»\%¤§@## This? I Reach Out My Free Arm And Slam ##@§¤%\»:.
..:»\%¤§@# A Random Lever. Some Metal Bar Is #@§¤%\»:..
.:»\%¤§@## Suddenly Released Between Us, Hitting ##@§¤%\»:.
..:»\%¤§@# Him On The Arm, Forcing My Release. I #@§¤%\»:..
.:»\%¤§@## Shove Him Off Of Me, And He Falls Into ##@§¤%\»:.
..:»\%¤§@# The Levers, Messing Them Up. #@§¤%\»:..
.:»\%¤§@## Immediately, A Thin Rusty Chainmail ##@§¤%\»:.
..:»\%¤§@# Curtain Is Dropped Around Me. But The #@§¤%\»:..
.:»\%¤§@## Elevator Also Speeds Up Significantly. ##@§¤%\»:.
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.:»\%¤§@## The Walls Are Flaring Now, Yellow, ##@§¤%\»:.
..:»\%¤§@# White, Almost Blue. I Close My Eyes And #@§¤%\»:..
.:»\%¤§@## Curl Into A Ball. But Then, The Glass ##@§¤%\»:.
..:»\%¤§@# Boy Screams, A Piercing Sound That #@§¤%\»:..
.:»\%¤§@## Forces My Eyes Back Open. I Watch As He ##@§¤%\»:.
..:»\%¤§@# Becomes Too Liquid, His Body Pooling #@§¤%\»:..
.:»\%¤§@## Down In His Now Massive Tail, And The ##@§¤%\»:.
..:»\%¤§@# Tip Of It Suddenly Breaks Of In A Glass #@§¤%\»:..
.:»\%¤§@## Drop That Falls Toward The Factory ##@§¤%\»:.
..:»\%¤§@# Floor. #@§¤%\»:..
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..:»\%¤§@# He'S Crawling On The Stairs, Unable To #@§¤%\»:..
.:»\%¤§@## Keep His Body Upright. Can'T Reach The ##@§¤%\»:.
..:»\%¤§@# Levers, Claws At My Chainmail Cage, #@§¤%\»:..
.:»\%¤§@## While His Body Is Turning Into Dark ##@§¤%\»:.
..:»\%¤§@# Pearls. Finally, He'S Lost Too Much Of #@§¤%\»:..
.:»\%¤§@## Himself And The Scream Is Cut Short. ##@§¤%\»:.
..:»\%¤§@# The Last Of Him Rains Down. #@§¤%\»:..
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..:»\%¤§@# I Still Can'T Reach The Levers From #@§¤%\»:..
.:»\%¤§@## Within My Cage. Looking Up, I Try To ##@§¤%\»:.
..:»\%¤§@# Make Out The Ceiling, But It'S All A #@§¤%\»:..
.:»\%¤§@## Whirling Sea Of Colours. Below Me Glows ##@§¤%\»:.
..:»\%¤§@# The Hellfire Of The Factory Walls, But #@§¤%\»:..
.:»\%¤§@## Very Faint. I Sit Down, Curl Back Up, ##@§¤%\»:.
..:»\%¤§@# Become Still. #@§¤%\»:..
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..:»\%¤§@# A Large Clunk Shakes My Entire Body, #@§¤%\»:..
.:»\%¤§@## And Snaps Me Back Into Reality. I'M ##@§¤%\»:.
..:»\%¤§@# Back At The Factory Floor, But The #@§¤%\»:..
.:»\%¤§@## Stairs Are Still Moving Slightly, ##@§¤%\»:.
..:»\%¤§@# Clicking In Place, Carrying Me The Last #@§¤%\»:..
.:»\%¤§@## Few Centimeters. I Came From Below, ##@§¤%\»:.
..:»\%¤§@# Somehow. The Chainmail Is Retracted, #@§¤%\»:..
.:»\%¤§@## And I Slowly Dismount The Stairs. ##@§¤%\»:.
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.:»\%¤§@## Shaking And Crying, I Make My Way Over ##@§¤%\»:.
..:»\%¤§@# The Factory Floor, Wading Through Dark #@§¤%\»:..
.:»\%¤§@## Glass Marbles. A Quick Glance Down, And ##@§¤%\»:.
..:»\%¤§@# I See There'S Something Faint Inside #@§¤%\»:..
.:»\%¤§@## Them. Embryos? Are These Eggs? ##@§¤%\»:.
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.:»\%¤§@## I Shudder, And Climb Back Out. ##@§¤%\»:.
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