Dane Jones, a renowned archaeologist, stood in his office, staring at the peculiar invitation in his hands. The envelope was old, with strange symbols etched into the wax seal. The date, March 26th, was written in elegant script.
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"Meet me at the old windmill on the outskirts of town, Ann Joy, at midnight. Come alone." Dane Jones, a renowned archaeologist, stood in his