This towering transmitter array stands amidst a vast tract of suburban wasteland, located at the outermost edges of Horsingdon. The entire site is surrounded by forbidding black iron fencing, enclosing within its baleful embrace a desolate and unholy post-industrial landscape: a terrain whose character of utter, ontological vacancy is, it seems, the cloacal byproduct of whatever abyssal and inhuman signals are broadcast ceaselessly by the monstrous tower which sits at its centre.
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