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Like any writer who lives and works in Baltimore, I have a keen interest in the life and works of Edgar Allen Poe.
For instance, there is the fascinating story of the "Poe Toaster," an anonymous, black-clad man who the turned the celebrated horror writer's birthday into a real-life gothic mystery.
On Jan. 19 of each year, starting in 1949, a dark figure sporting a broad-brimmed hat and white scarf would steal into the Westminster Hall and Burying Grounds and leave a bottle of cognac and three roses at the base of Poe's tombstone. His appointed task complete, and without speaking a word, the gaunt man would turn and disappear back through the graveyard's iron gates.Full Story
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