The Final Tale of Andrew Lahr | Part 1 | Read It For Free Today
- Adrian Vladimir
- Oct 26, 2023
- 3 min read
Step into the mysterious world of Andrew Lahr, an outcast in the 1800s town of Monson. Andrew is scorned by his people due to his eccentric Uncle Emmet's occult dealings, and when Emmet falls victim to the wrath of a vengeful priest, it ignites a chain of events that transforms Andrew's life forever.
Andrew's dream of becoming a celebrated writer has always been overshadowed by his self-doubt, fearing that he lacks the talent to shine.
Yet, destiny has other plans for him. Inheriting a mysterious amulet from his late uncle, Andrew discovers a newfound creative power within him. The flames of his imagination are finally ablaze, but there's a catch—he needs inspiration from fellow artists.
As Andrew delves deeper into his artistic journey, he uncovers a world where reality blurs with the surreal, and the boundaries between creativity and madness become perilously thin. Imagination exacts a price that Andrew must pay, but will it be worth the cost? Will Andrew Lahr's newfound gifts lead to literary greatness, or will they lead him down a treacherous path?
Prepare to be mesmerized by The Final Tale of Andrew Lahr, a story of creativity, mysticism, and the transformative power of the imagination. Discover the secrets of the amulet in this spellbinding work of gothic sci-fi horror.
THE FINAL TALE OF ANDREW LAHR
Copyright 2023 by Adrian Vladimir
This book is a work of fiction. Names, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
All Rights Reserved. Except as permitted under the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system of any kind, without prior written permission of the author.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
I'd like to thank the authors and editors who helped me bring this story to life: Stacey Longo, David Daniel, Ursula Wong, and Rob Smales. Most of all, I'd like to thank my wife, Jordana, who never complains no matter how many times she has to go over a manuscript with her savage red pen.
ONE
Dear Publisher,
Perhaps you understand better than most that writing is for cutthroats.
I worked day and night, sending my tales to publications near and far, but received only silence or rejection. My persistence was for naught, for I would pen a tale only to find it was a pale reflection of literary brilliance. I glimpsed nuggets of gold in some of my dramas, but they would not be mined. It was fool’s gold.
A deeper despair than I had ever known overtook me. I became a shadow of myself. I dined only enough to keep my pen moving, yearning that letter would become word, and word would become story. Passion! Imagination! I had both, yet it seemed I was destined for mediocrity, for I lacked the final ingredient: talent.
I found rope among the forgotten things in my decrepit mansion and then inspected the heavy ceiling beams in the parlor. I was tying a noose—it seemed I couldn’t even do that—when a knock sounded on the front door.
Incensed at the interruption, I stalked down the hall and yanked the door open. There stood a gentleman of a variety rarely seen in my dark New England town of Monson. The mustachioed spectacle was tall, broad, and impeccably dressed in a fine black suit, sporting a silk hat and polished black cane.
Behind him a smaller man, dressed more modestly, carried a small black wooden box. He was the coachman of the ornate carriage waiting in the rain, four magnificent horses chucking their hooves in the mud.
“I have come to call upon Andrew Lahr,” the tall man announced.
“I am he.”
“Sir, I am Berquist Jenning, of the Boston law firm, Jenning & Coyle. By the order of your late uncle, Emmett Lahr, I have come to deliver this box.”
Berquist waved and his servant stepped forward, pushing the box into my hands.
“A lawyer,” I said rather dumbly.
“Indeed.” The man bowed slightly, and produced a legal form from within his jacket, while the servant produced a pen and inkwell. “Sign here, and the estate of Emmett Lahr becomes yours. This will conclude our business, as ordered by Mr. Lahr’s last will and testament.”
My hand shook as I signed, my mind dizzied by the sudden prospect of inheritance. The lawyer and his servant strode back to their grand carriage and retreated into the stormy day. I wasted no time, rushing back into the parlor to search inside the box.
What I discovered within changed my fortunes forever.
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