I sat in my office, nursing a glass of hooch and idly cleaning my automatic. Outside the rain fell steadily, like it seems to do most of the time in our fair city, whatever the tourist board says. Hell, I didn't care. I'm not on the tourist board.
READ MORE SEE ALL STORIESWe are gathered here together, in the front pages of this book, so that I may tell you, and myself, several matters concerning Edgar A. Poe, "Edgar, a poet to a T," as he once described himself, and the strange tales and poems by him that are here assembled.
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