Plot
An artifact called the Receda Cube (pronounced /Reh-kay-duh/) is stolen from the Perplex City Academy, and somehow makes its way to Earth. A Cube Retrieval Team (CRT) is formed to search for the Cube. Because citizens of Perplex City are unable to travel to Earth, the Master of Perplex City Academy, Sente Kiteway, asks for help in finding the Cube from the citizens of Earth, offering to share any leads or clues the he or the CRT may get.
Clues to the location of the Cube are periodically left by the person who stole it, known only as Combed Thunderclap. Soon it is discovered that an organization called the Third Power, and a Cube-worshipping cult called the Reconstructionists are also looking for the Cube. While the people of Earth are left to search for the Cube on Earth, various citizens of Perplex City, particularly Kurt McAllister and Sente’s two daughters, Scarlett and Violet, attempt to find additional clues in Perplex City and to discover the identity of Combed Thunderclap. The former three discover the lab in which the Cube was made. They find that the Cube can be used as a weapon and a teleporter, and was built by Sente. The Cube is finally found by the people of Earth in Northamptonshire, England; they also determine that it was Violet who stole the Cube and hid it on Earth, in an effort to keep it out of the hands of the Third Power.
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