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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. ¤%=-,,,,,,
,,,,,-=%¤& &¤%=-,,,,,
,,,,-=%¤ 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. &¤%=-,,,,,
,,,,-=%¤ #&¤%=-,,,,
,,,-=%¤# 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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