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For three months, Elias had been trapped in the gloom of the Pacific Northwest winter. He was a man who lived vicariously through the screens of others—a professional TV installer. He spent his days mounting sleek, black mirrors onto the walls of strangers, connecting them to the world, before retreating to his own silent unit.

On the screen, he saw a room. It was a cozy living room, bathed in the warm orange glow of a fireplace. A woman sat there, knitting. She looked up, seemingly directly at the camera, and smiled. It wasn't a broadcast. It looked like a security camera feed, or a window. dish tv phoenix

The wind nearly tore the door from his hand. Rain lashed against his face, instant and freezing. He knelt by the dish. It was covered in a sheet of ice. The arm that held the receiver was bent slightly—the result of a squirrel attack two summers ago. For three months, Elias had been trapped in