The individual ovens are skinny to allow even and fast heating of the whole interior. Numbers are cut into signs because no paint could withstand the heat or corrosive emissions from the coking process.
Every fitting label in the stock department was cracked, curled, and blank.
I don’t think we’re anywhere near maximum pressure anymore.
Holes in the roof lead to holes in the plaster and finally holes in the floor. That’s not what gutted the God from this altar, though.
Those able to work would be compelled to help fix up the facility, grow, harvest, and prepare food for fellow ‘inmates’, or work on vocational skills.
Looking across the catwalk behind the ore chutes, when they were up, and at the top of the ore chutes during loading.
These copulas made the iron for casting.
A small stage in one of the barracks.
Sliding curtains gave a little privacy to the residents of this room, which looked and felt more medicinal than most of the other multi-patient rooms.