In the quiet, forgotten corners of Ireland, a place where official reports don't tell the whole story, rests an archive of cold cases. These aren't the kind of crimes solved by fingerprinting or DNA analysis. They are the 'oddments, ' the cases of beautiful, evil, little things that linger in the margins of history: fires with faces, storms that carry the sound of ancient hooves, and massacres fueled by a hunger that defies human explanation. These mysteries wait patiently, hidden away by the Garda, for their next victim. Garda Seán Ó Murchú is a new name in this long, strange history of the unexplained. When a modern case in rural Ireland begins to eerily mirror the chilling patterns of the past, he finds himself not just investigating a crime, but a haunting inheritance. His quest for answers will take him away from the usual channels of forensics and official reports and deep into the heart of folklore and the quiet whispers of a land that remembers every wound. As the lines between law and legend begin to blur, Seán is forced to confront a truth that a rational world has long tried to bury. Something ancient and malevolent is circling, drawn by the scent of old blood and the promise of a reckoning. This is a story where the shadows speak, and ancient powers wait to be heard. Seán Ó Murchú must learn what a new kind of Garda must become-or be consumed by the darkness that Ireland has never truly forgotten. The private book he carries becomes both a sentence and an anchor, a ledger of events larger than any case file, a record that demands witness rather than closure. He serves both the State and the shadow, knowing that one will eventually change him, or both will be destroyed. He must keep a fragile balance, for the world will not wait for him to choose. This is his final testament, his solemn vow, a new kind of Garda does not choose. He serves both, and in doing so, he has found himself in the middle of a war that has been brewing for centuries.