The crumpled parchment felt brittle beneath Ethan’s trembling fingers. His grandfather, Alistair Blackwood, a man who’d traded academic acclaim for the thrill of the esoteric chase, had scrawled the directions in his characteristic hurried script. It was a map, more or less, detailing the location of a dig site Alistair had kept secret for years, a site he believed held a discovery that would "turn the sands of time on their head."