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He plugged the television into the outlet by the window and turned the knob. Static bloomed, a private snowstorm on the old CRT. He expected dead silence; instead, a flicker coalesced into an image: a narrow street under sodium lamps, the exact corner where a photograph in the album had been taken. The broadcast had no channel number, no station logo—only that street, then a child's hand reaching toward a balloon.