After what felt like an eternity, Caryn stumbled into the communications hub and into yet another scene of chaos. Rows upon rows of soldiers were typing furiously into their telegraphs. Messengers were running in and out, shouting to be heard over the din of the typists and the crashing of the shells.
Luckily, communication is a lot easier in our world than in the world of Gateways. You can reach me at any of the places below.
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