Another of Horsingdon's mysterious transmitters: a boundary marker overlooking Trentford Station, a transport hub serving the South and the Midlands the edge of Greater London.
As the occult audioscapes of Horsingdon increasingly colonise the folk frequencies of its neighbouring boroughs, the dreams of Trentford residents have been increasingly afflicted by visions of unremitting horror. No doubt - as the aural mystics attuned to the region's sonic sorceries would claim - a consequence of this unclean monolith infecting, rotting and haunting the subtle lattices of Trentford's skyline and airwaves.
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