You scoop a few handfuls of loose dirt away from the mound.  Feeling the edge of a solid object, you excavate an earthen jar labeled "Tarcomb".  As you open the lid, a black substance seeps out onto your fingers.  You drop the jar back in the hole, and try to wipe the viscous black ooze from your hands, but your efforts only spread it further.  Soon, you are overcome with a sense of abject hopelessness, overwhelmed by the futility of your quest, your paltry achievements, and your entire meandering life.  Lost in a fog, you begin to wander aimlessly...

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