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Pickaxe met rock for what seemed like the millionth time that day, each swing of the tool resulting in an increasingly depressing clink. The man responsible for the minimal damage to the stubborn rock breathed heavily, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand and unwittingly smearing dirt across his forehead. Not that it mattered – all the other men at the digsite were in a similar state of filthiness. They were the Deepford Museum Archaeologists and they had been working at this location for weeks now, but the curator had lost faith in the excavation and was ready to move the team to a new site – where, inevitably, the painful cycle of fruitless labour would repeat itself yet again. It was completely unfair. Snarling bitterly, he swung the pick once more in an outburst of emotion, shouting angrily as he did so.
However, his ears were not met with that irritatingly familiar chime of the pick suffering more damage from the rock than it wa