The Titanic has sunk a thousand times. You just don't remember the others.
April 1912. Stowaway Elias Ward is hours from a clean start in New York when a lifeboat is hauled up the side of the RMS Titanic. a scarred, soaking man with eyes too awake for the living, who looks straight at him and whispers…
You shouldn't be here this time.
His name is Daniel Mercer. He has died on this ship fifteen times. The doomed voyage is a loop, dragging two thousand souls back to the beginning with no memory of the cold, the dark, or the things waiting beneath the hull. But the loop is fraying. Doors move. Clocks lie. And something ancient in the deep Atlantic is starting to notice the passengers who remember.
Four days. One iceberg. A haunted ship that no longer wants anyone walking off her decks – not even into death. A slow-burn cosmic horror for fans of The Terror, Paul Tremblay, and Stephen King's 1922.