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... pain.

The ferryman, Charon, was responsible for transporting deceased spirits across the river, but a fee of one silver coin had to be issued. Otherwise, the deceased spirits would be forced to wander on the banks of the river of pain for all of eternity, unable to find a home.

Charon was already very old, but he didn't want to give up this lucrative job. Right as the silver light began to appear in the darkness, he habitually declared, "One obol... "

Boom!!

Befo ...

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