He mocked death once—and Death answered. When Eoghan Conroy crossed a line best left alone, something old and vile took notice. Now, the Dullahan rides for him...again, and again, and again.

Trapped in an endless cycle of violent, senseless deaths, Eoghan is desperate for answers. A curse with no logic, no pattern, only pain. And something watches from the woods. Smiling. Waiting. And with each brutal death, the line between curses and choices blurs.

Each night reveals a sliver more of the truth—and with it, the price of looking too closely at things half-buried in folklore. As the line between memory and madness thins, Eoghan begins to wonder: is there an end to this torment… or was this always meant to be his story?

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Trigger warning for: Blood, deaths, creepy stuff

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