Charon looked at the state of his boat and sighed. It wasn’t his fault. The geography of Hades is mutable and constantly shifting. It was a land of shadows and phantoms, after all. At least everything was still in one piece.
The rock thrust itself up out of the river Styx to form a new island. He was alone, having dropped off the day’s passengers, and perhaps he’d let his mind wander.
He pulled the phone Persephone had given him out of his robes and called his brothers to get him unstuck, knowing he’d never hear the end of it.

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