Pulse: The Midnight Pour. short nightmares, #2

An inheritance from beyond. Humanity may not survive it.  The pub on the corner of Fenwick and Harwich Street has a rule: first pour at midnight. No exceptions. On the night Liam Carey pulls that first pour, thirteen people die. He walks out alive - changed, chosen, carrying something that has moved through bloodlines and centuries, looking for exactly the right kind of person. Someone capable of refusing it.
Now four people are converging on a green door in a city that doesn't know what moves beneath its streets. A woman whose family has carried this burden for generations. A bureaucrat who has been covering up events like this for eleven years. An ordinary man whose compass has been pointing in the wrong direction for months. And Liam, who is running out of time to pass on what he was never supposed to keep.