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93 pages, ebook
First published June 23, 2012
According to the records, I was born on a surprisingly cold day in May of 1925. There had been a rare snow storm that swept through the wooded valley where my father and mother lived in their tiny stone house and I was born under thick flannel sheets with the doctor coaxing me to breathe.
I regret that first breath.
I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
-Edgar Allan Poe