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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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