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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. ..-«/*%§@@
#@@§%*/«-. .-«/*%§@@#
@@§%*/«-.. 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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@§%*/«-... ...-«/*%§@
§%*/«-.... 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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%*/«-..... .....-«/*%
*/«-...... 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. .....-«/*%
*/«-...... ......-«/*
%*/«-..... 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. ....-«/*%§
@§%*/«-... ...-«/*%§@
@@§%*/«-.. 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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