You’ve found the signal again… late, crackling, half-forgotten.
From somewhere deep in the woods, where the trees lean in to listen, a voice carries through static — weaving stories left to rot in old pages and ruined minds. This is no ordinary broadcast. This is where lost literature meets lost time.
Tales of horror. Echoes of war. Fragments of forgotten gods.
Wrapped in dusty melodies and shadows of old games — this is The 245 Broadcast.
And once you tune in…
You may never tune out.
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