The moment I saw the letter I felt an ominous sensation. It was addressed to me: Vladmir Horescu. There was nothing really outwardly extraordinary about the letter's envelope. It was of linen paper, hard to find nowadays. Why did I hesitate to open it? Why did I hold it in both hands, at arm's length, discoloring the envelope with the sudden perspiration of my fingers? Why did I stare at the red wax signet on the back of the envelope? The wax seal with the signet V. It was the embodiment of all mischief and unpleasantry. Finally I opened the envelope, spread it on the desk, swallowed hard and read: My Son! Know me: I am your Father.
It was signed Vladslav Draco II, Son of the Dragon, known by some as DRACULA.
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