From the letters of Dr. Vorheim, 22/07/56: My Dear Cossereau, I have it! I have it! Perhaps it is best that I write, for in speech I would hardly be able to contain myself. A Dragon! Vampires, werewolves, such monsters I have seen, but this overthrows them all. To think that I will have the last of the great mythics under my scalpel! A hacksaw, though, may be needed first: the creature is larger than I ever thought possible. Yet still it was defeated and still I shall understand it! I beg of you, my oldest friend, to keep silence on this. If the police or those oafs at the National Mythic get wind of what I have obtained, they will surely seek to take it from me. The superstitious captain who felled the beast has also warned me against cultic powers - but I would like to see those plague-ridden opium addicts get past the security I have established. No more for lack of time. Your friend, Vorheim (Looks like our man never saw it coming. A fool to the last. - L) --- A short dark fantasy of a clash between science and myth. The style and subject is a big departure for me, so any and all comments are appreciated even more than before. Thanks!
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