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The neo-Gothic Victorian mansion overlooks the grotto network: the gardens served as standing reserve in the pagan landscape. The metal-work dark iron clanged, designed as a series of spires, figurines, icons welded as attachments to the top ridge. Often, wandering the brick road built along the manor’s periphery, the people stared at the faces, taking them to be anonymous deviations of the current resident.

As far as everybody knew, the man was a libertine of strange descent who rarely ventured outside the gates, wandering the gardens at odd hours. The old men murmured that “We need not look beyond the shadow of the [manor] for the source of evil” and a strange language spoken within the walls to mark the one and others. This last vestige reproducing a sign of life. 

At the worker’s centre in the town of Vilanesa, the whole production was directed towards precursors to analogues at the chemical plant. A receipt arriving through confederate ministers from the Generalitat Valencia specified production targets, with grave reprecussions for the comarca in Horta Nord, once sending a depraved microplastics officer taking that jackhammer to the factor floor calling it “desperso alizato:” depersonalisation.