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Would you swipe right on a man whose last lovers sleep in coffins? Linda Loray said yes—until her late-night train deposits her in fog-choked Torburg, where her enigmatic match, Holt Carst, is missing and the only greeting is an open casket in a decaying hotel lobby. When midnight bells toll, corpse-white hands batter the doors: the League of Lazarus—undead aristocrats who rise nightly to claim a living bride. Linda’s scream ignites a nightmare chase through moonlit graveyards, collapsing stairwells, and a bone-lit crypt where Holt sheds his charming mask and raises a whip. Every escape slams into fresh horror …