In my travels to French castles, Japanese ryokans, Egyptian campsites and the Parisian catacombs, I've recovered invaluable artifacts and brought notorious criminals to justice.

I've almost frozen to death in a lighthouse and been crushed in a theater scheduled for demolition. Sure, I might be tired at school tomorrow, but I've been through worse. This is the third time my mom has told me to get off the computer, but I'm about to crack the case. 'I'm not going to tell you again to log off and go to bed. Is there something glinting in the mouth of the skeleton? I reach in and. I'll run out of air if I don't do something quickly. Trembling, I step inside to reach for the notes she holds - secrets of the ancient world - but they're blank! Suddenly, I'm shoved from behind into the tomb, the papers snatched from my hands as the door slams shut, throwing me into darkness. I stumble back, startled by the skeleton of a 7th-century scribe, fear frozen on her mummified face. I insert a stone key, detailed with Mayan glyphs, and the ancient tomb creaks open. I fit the heavy, block-shaped Mayan calendar into the Monolith's stone door, twisting it in place.

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