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Shaol's Admirer "I've heard naught but scraps and mites of, this might full tale of rebirth and mole of orts. The Lazarus that our man may be, strewn a mors by shove. Regret may he, remorse did we, to read his cross to ports. - But on my eye did gleen a sheen, of dark but not abrading amaze, for by its hand it led me through a maze of dread and gasp, upon of which I marched in mirth, a beaten road of days stepped down by a slave to fate, a hook, a pin, and clasp. - The Ancient Mariner, dresses his own fate, and by what a fate awaits his lay, laying him to sooth. Forsooth, a man abused and wicked was he before too late, but on hi

The king who couldn't go die, because he didn't have two pennies. Only gold. Charon is replaced with a man with an umbrella. The river Styx is the line between earth and heaven, so naturally its waters are rain. Charon takes two pennies to hold up his umbrella for those going to die. All who are dying will have there two pennies. The king threw them away because they were worthless to him.