I followed the pipe left along the ridge. At the end stood a tower, at least 100 feet tall, and with what appeared to be a clock at the top... I guess making it a clocktower. I approached the door; it was shuddering as if trying to open, but it did not have enough force. The pipe feeding into the other side of the tower was cold, and disappeared across the icy river behind me.
The clock face read 3:10, confirming that the clock on the trolley was correct and suggesting I had been wandering around crowbaring valves for about 20 minutes.
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