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Static.
Static.
Test pattern.
Static.
Picture.
The sudden appearance of an actual program on the sixty-five-inch plasma monster made Tabby Henson blink. She stared at the screen with wide eyes, trying to make some sense out of it. She saw a news desk—a graphic told her she was watching CNN—with a dead body laid out across it. The body used to be a man; now it was a mess. Its chest and stomach had been torn open, pale flaps of skin pulled back and left to hang. She noticed a few white ribs, broken and jagged, pointing at the studio lights. The man’s face was peaceful underneath a splattered mask of blood. A fly settled on the tip of his nose and then took off again in stunning detail.
It dawned on Tabby that she’d already seen this one.
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