Into the Abyss
On the seventh of October 1849, a vigorously inebriated man was tracked down lying in the drain outside a bar in Baltimore, and as is conventional with inebriated men in drains, this one cut a genuinely unremarkable figure. He was murmuring to himself unintelligibly; all in all, he might have been any savored any drain anyplace on the planet. In any case, this man wasn't simply anybody; he was Edgar Allan Poe, quite possibly of the best author who's always lived. Precisely the way in which he wound up in that drain in 1849 remaining parts quite possibly of the greatest secret throughout the entire existence of writing. Presently, I can read your mind; isn't it horrendous clear the way in which a very tipsy man wound up in a drain outside a bar? In any case, hold on for me, since this plot is about Poe.