As a pendulous layer of thick grey cloud - flecked with brief flashes of electrical discharge - continues to blanket the skies of the region, a transmitter array casts its own shadow over the streets and houses of Horsingdon. Today the airwaves are crawling with strange and unidentifiable signals, whilst local radio transmissions are subject to peculiar distortions on account of the anomalous atmospheric conditions - signs and portents of something terrible about to step over the horizon.
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