The musty scent of decay filled the air as Liam Sinclair brushed aside vines obscuring a crumbling archway. Sinclair's heart pounded as he took in the ancient glyphs adorning the archway. This could unravel the mysteries of the Muyraq civilization. A twig snapped behind him and he spun, clutching his machete, but it was just a monkey. Chuckling, he secured his fedora and stepped through the archway into shadows, unsure what other riddles awaited, but certain adventure had found him again.
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