The old tunnel yawned wide and dark before us. From somewhere in its depths a sulfurous odor wafted up. This could certainly be the place, but I still had my doubts.
“Are you sure about this?” I asked.
“For the last time, yes!” My companion turned and seized me by the shoulders. “Consider it. One coin per person for hundreds of years? Thousands? And what does He have to spend them on?”
“But how are we going to actually do it?”
“Mate, I have a plan. You just have to find the river. Then, we’re going to rob Charon blind.”

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