He's always dying.
Sometimes it's quick. Sometimes it takes weeks. Every time, he wakes up in the same cabin in the woods, surrounded by small details that are never quite the same twice. The walls change. The books change. The photographs change. But not him.
He doesn't remember most of his lives, but he remembers enough to know this much: death is inevitable, memory is unreliable, and whatever granted his wish to live forever took him far too literally.
There are others like him-or almost like him. A woman who is always falling. A man who never stops talking. They appear and disappear across his lives like landmarks, warning signs that the end is near. One day, one of them fails to appear. For the first time, the pattern breaks.
Convinced that each life might be an attempt at the last, he searches the cabin for a way out, only to uncover something far worse than a curse.
