A Canadian place famed for a rush of gold. An old ad asked what you would do for one. A trove of records, rich with things once told.

A clash of currents causes me to form, If I'm massive I'm called maelstrom, I'm an eddie in a blocked river's way, Or just a surface swirl down the drain

I guard my treasures deep in stone, A golden mask upon my throne. Though dead for centuries, I still reign, Beside the Nile's eternal plain.

The Anglo-French dream. I was faster than fast. There weren't many of me. I'm now in the past.

I am one of the ultimate riddlers. From Egypt to Greece even the Never Ending Story. Fail my riddle you'll pay the price.