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Death, and Charon." His head drooped in dark introspection that seemed to go nowhere. Deeper. Deeper. More and more detached, a flight of inner self and recollection. Mina knew to let these spells run their courses. Rightly so, snapping to, he spun toward Mina, eyes brightened, with his right finger pointed up in firm assertion, "From a bad crow, a bad egg!" Mina was afraid to ask, "Who's the crow?" "Exactly!"