The sun was streaming through the window of the attic, highlighting the
small dust particles as they floated to the floor. Ron climbed the last
couple of steps to his grandfather's sanctuary. He looked around the
almost-hallowed space before reaching the top. The entire attic was an
open workspace of the house on the cliff that was built in the
mid-1800s, overlooking the Atlantic Ocean of Eastern North America. The
look of the attic and the memory of his grandfather came rushing back to
him. Ron had no idea what would transpire over the next few weeks as he
uncovered his grandfather's secrets. Secrets that led to ancient
mysteries and the hall of knowledge buried in Egypt thousands of years
ago to preserve it for the time when it would be needed. That time has
come.