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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. £*-.......
......-*£& &£*-......
.....-*£&¶ ^^ ¶&£*-.....
....-*£&¶@ ^^ ^^ @¶&£*-....
...-*£&¶@# ------- ^ ^ ------- #@¶&£*-...
..-*£&¶@## ^^ ^^ ##@¶&£*-..
...-*£&¶@# ^^ #@¶&£*-...
....-*£&¶@ @¶&£*-....
.....-*£&¶ 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. £*-.......
......-*£& &£*-......
.....-*£&¶ ^^ ¶&£*-.....
....-*£&¶@ ^^ ^^ @¶&£*-....
...-*£&¶@# ------- ^ ^ ------- #@¶&£*-...
..-*£&¶@## ^^ ^^ ##@¶&£*-..
...-*£&¶@# ^^ #@¶&£*-...
....-*£&¶@ @¶&£*-....
.....-*£&¶ 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. *-........
.......-*£ £*-.......
......-*£& ^^ &£*-......
.....-*£&¶ ^^ ^^ ¶&£*-.....
....-*£&¶@ ------- ^ ^ ------- @¶&£*-....
...-*£&¶@# ^^ ^^ #@¶&£*-...
..-*£&¶@## ^^ ##@¶&£*-..
...-*£&¶@# #@¶&£*-...
....-*£&¶@ 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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