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There's a TV sitting in the rafters. It watches the night dress the cathedral in blacks and blues, a dark fog puddling by the CRT's scratched plastic casing. Antennas swaying in the draft whistling in, held together by three slender scraps of scotch tape - its screen glitching pink and gold.
(What if the knight's fight went a little differently? What if the darkners of TV-Time got misplaced - lost - in chapter 4?)
