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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. ,,,,,:-\%¤
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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. ,,,,,,,,,,
:,,,,,,,,, ,,,,,,,,,:
-:,,,,,,,, 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. ,,,,,,,,,:
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\-:,,,,,,, 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. ,,,:-\%¤
&¤%\-:,,,, ,,,,:-\%¤&
¤%\-:,,,,, 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. ,,:-\%¤#
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##&¤%\-:,, 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? ,,,,,,,:-\
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:,,,,,,,,, i shudder, and climb back out. ,,,,,,,,,:
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