Nora Reeds knows death better than most. As a legal assistant at the probate law firm of Klein & Smoltz, her days are filled with the quiet bureaucracies of grief—filing wills, cataloging lives, and pretending the dead stay where they're put. But when a manila envelope appears in the night bin—unlogged, unsigned, and seventy years overdue—something shifts. The will inside isn’t just old. It’s alive. Names disappear. Clients arrive with no memory of how they got there. And Nora’s own signature starts showing up in documents she never signed. As the firm locks down and time begins to blur, she realizes this isn’t about a single cursed estate. It’s about her. With each reading, each new clause, the boundaries of her role unravel. Is she a witness? A custodian? Or the executor of something much darker than legal legacy? What happens when you inherit a role you don’t remember accepting—and can’t escape without losing everything you once were? What if the only way out of the cycle is to remember what you were forced to forget?