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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 $*†«~.....
......~«†* since our ancestors death, and then *†«~......
.......~«† stood abandoned for a long while. †«~.......
........~« finally, the natural end station for «~........
.........~ the buildings that survive: a museum, ~.........
.......... and a gift shop. ..........
.......... ..........
.......... there's a long time since my family ..........
.......... made anything. by many, we would be ..........
.......... considered poor. ..........
.........~ ~.........
........~« there are two main factory buildings, «~........
.......~«† domed things of several floors, made in †«~.......
......~«†* yellow brick. large but narrow windows, *†«~......
.....~«†*$ 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. ##¶&$*†«~.
..~«†*$&¶# #¶&$*†«~..
...~«†*$&¶ the other one is publicly open. there's ¶&$*†«~...
....~«†*$& a museum, with wax figures of my great &$*†«~....
.....~«†*$ great great grandfather, or something. $*†«~.....
......~«†* various tools (or replicas) laid out on *†«~......
.......~«† tables, with explaining texts. a lot of †«~.......
........~« glass of varying thickness. «~........
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.......... ««««««« * * ««««««« ..........
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........~« i quickly sneak out, and climb into the «~........
.......~«† other building. the contrast is †«~.......
......~«†* overwhelming. it must have stood *†«~......
.....~«†*$ 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. #¶&$*†«~..
...~«†*$&¶ ¶&$*†«~...
....~«†*$& however, the greatest difference is the &$*†«~....
.....~«†*$ higher floors: this building has none. $*†«~.....
......~«†* it is one massive hall, stretching away *†«~......
.......~«† infinitely above me. somewhere up there †«~.......
........~« is some great iron latticework, from «~........
.........~ where chains are suspended, and parts ~.........
.......... of machinery has been falling down. ..........
.......... ..........
.......... there is, in the middle of the great ..........
.......... hall, a thin spiral staircase that ..........
.......... leads up there. i sneak over there, and ..........
.........~ take a few reluctant steps. after just ~.........
........~« a revolution, i notice that for each «~........
.......~«† step the building starts to glow, the †«~.......
......~«†* bricks turning a dark red, and then *†«~......
.....~«†*$ orange, all the piled up debree being $*†«~.....
....~«†*$& lit from behind. &$*†«~....
...~«†*$&¶ ¶&$*†«~...
..~«†*$&¶# 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 $*†«~.....
......~«†* of dark liquid glass. *†«~......
.......~«† †«~.......
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.......... ««««««« * * ««««««« ..........
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.......... my fear holds me in place while he ..........
.........~ starts operating levers and dials set ~.........
........~« in the center of the staircase. slowly, «~........
.......~«† it starts spinning, circling upwards. †«~.......
......~«†* it's an elevator! i start to run *†«~......
.....~«†*$ 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. #¶&$*†«~..
.~«†*$&¶## ##¶&$*†«~.
..~«†*$&¶# 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 $*†«~.....
......~«†* suddenly released between us, hitting *†«~......
.......~«† him on the arm, forcing my release. i †«~.......
........~« shove him off of me, and he falls into «~........
.........~ the levers, messing them up. ~.........
.......... immediately, a thin rusty chainmail ..........
.......... curtain is dropped around me. but the ..........
.......... elevator also speeds up significantly. ..........
.......... ..........
.......... the walls are flaring now, yellow, ..........
.........~ white, almost blue. i close my eyes and ~.........
........~« curl into a ball. but then, the glass «~........
.......~«† boy screams, a piercing sound that †«~.......
......~«†* forces my eyes back open. i watch as he *†«~......
.....~«†*$ 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. ##¶&$*†«~.
..~«†*$&¶# #¶&$*†«~..
...~«†*$&¶ he's crawling on the stairs, unable to ¶&$*†«~...
....~«†*$& keep his body upright. can't reach the &$*†«~....
.....~«†*$ levers, claws at my chainmail cage, $*†«~.....
......~«†* while his body is turning into dark *†«~......
.......~«† pearls. finally, he's lost too much of †«~.......
........~« himself and the scream is cut short. «~........
.........~ the last of him rains down. ~.........
.......... ..........
.......... i still can't reach the levers from ..........
.......... within my cage. looking up, i try to ..........
.......... make out the ceiling, but it's all a ..........
.......... whirling sea of colours. below me glows ..........
.........~ the hellfire of the factory walls, but ~.........
........~« very faint. i sit down, curl back up, «~........
.......~«† become still. †«~.......
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.....~«†*$ ** $*†«~.....
....~«†*$& ** ** &$*†«~....
...~«†*$&¶ ««««««« * * ««««««« ¶&$*†«~...
..~«†*$&¶# ** ** #¶&$*†«~..
.~«†*$&¶## ** ##¶&$*†«~.
..~«†*$&¶# #¶&$*†«~..
...~«†*$&¶ 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? «~........
.......~«† †«~.......
......~«†* i shudder, and climb back out. *†«~......
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