440 Volts The secret sweet-yet-salty center of the nameless factoryscape. Home base, tuned to rule the AC and turn out Product X at record rates, I’m sure. Similar Images ...based on the tags: control-panels, dirty, flywheels, gauges, levers, peeling-paint, rusty, signs, switches... The pigeons and raccoons have no use for these, so they will sit empty until snow or fire removes them by force. These stairs were probably removed to discourage scrapping and graffiti. Ask me if it worked. One evening I spent an hour lighting tea candles through the tunnels below the elevator. It was a magical transformation. The elevator is stuck between floors. The second floor in the smaller house, which was a bit smaller than the Head Keeper’s house. The back door into the old distillery building. Not castle-like at all, sadly. The women’s ward had a player piano in it, likely a donation. A walk-up service window on the side of an administration building of some sort. I have a feeling the buildings were color coded. This floor of the workhouse had corkscrew conveyors–big augers–in the floor to move material around. Most of the walls that were metal were missing, leaving the concrete structure and open doors.