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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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,,,,,,,-†% 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. &%%†-,,,,,
,,,,-†%% #&%%†-,,,,
,,,-†%%# 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. ##&%%†-,,,
,,-†%%## ###&%%†-,,
,,,-†%%# 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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