In the shadow of a crumbling monastery, the
O’Rourke farm sits on land contested since the
18th century. The local priest claims it by old
deeds, but the O’Rourkes hold it by custom and
blood. A new surveyor arrives under the Free
State’s new land reform laws, marking the field
for redistribution. The O’Rourkes resist, but
the priest insists the law is final.
The fairy doctor, Seamus, is summoned to calm
the restless spirits of the field. He finds no
ghosts, only a boy with a scarred hand who
whispers of a buried ledger. The boy vanishes,
leaving a rusted key. Seamus returns to the
house, where his wife, Eileen, has locked the
door. She speaks of dreams where the field
bleeds and the dead walk in daylight.
The surveyor’s men arrive with chains and stakes.
The O’Rourkes gather, armed with pitchforks and
fury. The priest stands between them, reading
from a Bible cracked by age. A shot rings out.
The surveyor falls. The priest is arrested. The
field is left unmarked, but the O’Rourkes are
now fugitives.
Seamus digs beneath the old well, finding a tin
box with the ledger inside. It reveals a secret
agreement from 1798: the land was never owned by
the church, but by a hidden clan of faekeepers
who once protected it. The priest had known, but
kept the truth to maintain order. The ledger is
burned, but the field remains cursed. The
O’Rourkes vanish into the hills, and the priest
is tried for murder. The field is left untouched,
but the villagers speak of lights in the soil at
night, and of a man in a green coat who walks
the boundary without a face.
