“Communications are, I think, the place to begin.” “As well as a centralized collection of our military assets,” came a ragged voice. Mab came out of the hole in the wall. She was . . . broken. Literally. Half her body had been crushed and mangled as if in some kind of industrial accident. She came through the hole in the wall with jerky, too-quick motions, once more the queen in purple and white, though coated with stone dust, her skin dimpled in dozens of places, as if it had been made of some kind of mostly rigid material that showed some hail damage. As I watched, there was a hideous
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