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“What if we didn’t dig?” he said quietly.

Mrs. Gable’s eyes widened. “Under my floor?” the bubble house

Arthur fell silent. He looked at the Bubble. Then he looked at his own cube. For the first time, he didn’t see a mockery. He saw a stark contrast. One sought to enclose and defend. The other sought to encompass and contain. Neither was wrong. But together, they made the world look broken. “What if we didn’t dig

“It’s not a flaw,” Mrs. Gable said, reading his mind. “It’s a story.” “Under my floor

Arthur looked at his cube through the translucent wall. It no longer looked like a fortress. It looked like a starting point. “My house has cracks in the foundation,” he said. “But I think I can fix those myself now.”