Festive jingles broadcast by Horsingdon's local radio station have been constantly interrupted for most of the week by bursts of howling black static, interspersed with the muted chanting of hymns to alien gods composed in some inhuman tongue. Some who are old enough to remember claim that, behind this atonal cacophany, the voice of James Boreham can be heard sonorously incanting some monstrous psalm.
This all began soon after the above transmitter array - located atop a Ministry facility built upon the site where Boreham Manor once stood - went live.
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