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Indiana Jones and the Profile of Soil

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He crouched on his heels, staring intently at the wall, waiting for the sun to reach that perfect angle when it would reveal all the secrets of the site. He fingered the cartouche the diggers had uncovered, running the scenarios over in his mind. It shouldn't have been there – Senwosret II's rule was much too late for the house style they'd been seeing at this level.

He tipped his fedora to shade his eyes, and peered closer. And – there it was, just as he suspected: the faint outline of an ancient looter's pit. Beaten to the punch, again.