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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. ###§%*:-..
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..-:*%§### 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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