The expanding hole had consumed the cypher world which acted as a protecting lid. Gate wide open now for Urch. Allen Martin and son Doogie had returned to their crooked blue home to sleep for a couple of hours. Aspinwall had become so small she could fit into a matchbox. The Martins took her back with them.
“A sideways hole, eh?” proclaimed Urch the orphan child, perched above. “No problem for me, however — time to see which way I truly spin!
She walked through the hole.
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The Great Wall didn’t turn into a giant ASP and consume the TILE Temple! Urch had spun the right way.
Sunklands 