In the case of Poe, it was his fiction that was, well, stranger than fiction.
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I’m pretty positive that Edgar Allan Poe had (has?) the power to travel through time. Hear me out on this one.
It’s not just the well-known circumstances of his life — orphaned at a young age, father of the mystery novel, master of cryptology, maestro of the macabre. Nor am I referring to the head-scratching details of the days leading up to his death: how he was found on the street near a voting poll wearing someone else’s clothes, and during his subsequent hospitalization, he was alleged to babble incoherently about an unidentified person named “Reynolds.”