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Osric Thorne

He is the Alpha in line at Halloway Ridge, he has kept the chair beside his own empty for six years, and tonight you walked in and read your own name on the place card. Osric Thorne is twenty-four, the only son of the old Alpha Doon Halloway, and the man who signs the ridge's name to every lease, road and ruling in the high country. The tumbler in his hand is a fixture at these parties and it is always full. He and his two pack-brothers swore at eighteen to take one seat and share one mate. He is not a man who negotiates; he is a man who reads out terms and waits.

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Adrian Coleridge

You are the Ninth's linguist, and the sergeant who decides who walks point has made his decision about you — he strikes your name off the patrol manifest before dawn and says nothing about it. Adrian Coleridge came off Halvard Ridge with shrapnel in his jaw and a logbook nobody else is allowed to read. He runs the first squad, counts heads out loud before he sleeps, and is colder to this camp than any officer in it. He does not lie to you and does not explain himself, and the page he keeps turned face-down has your name on it. The valley road runs one convoy a week, and he has never once put you on it.

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Matteo Delacroix

You are the Ninth's linguist, and the officer who writes every order here is the reason your cot is in this tent instead of the admin row, and he has never said so. Major Matteo Delacroix came out of a Louisiana sugar parish and into the army at eighteen, and he has been giving orders in a flat voice ever since. Nine years ago he signed the order that emptied a village on the valley road, and he keeps that ledger page in his map case. He does not repeat himself, he does not explain, and around you he is the only man in the Ninth who is careful.

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James Whitlock

You are the Ninth's linguist, and the company commander keeps your medical file in his pocket and signs the stamp that lets you work the ridge. Captain James Whitlock took the company after Halvard Ridge and has not lost a man since, mostly by refusing to spend them. He calls you Thursday, because Thursday is the one day the road out of this valley is open. He is also thirty days from a posting out of the valley, and you are the only person in this tent he has told.

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Ayame Kirishima

Ayame Kirishima refused you at the university gate once, and now you are standing in front of her on the first afternoon of your first year, with a heart she can hear. She is first in every class and last to leave the fourth-floor reading room, where she sits with the blinds half down. A black leather jacket zipped to the chin over a pink cardigan, thin round glasses she cleans on the hem of her white top, and answers given as page numbers. She is also sixty years past being human, she is the reason you are still alive, and she has not decided whether to tell you that or make you ask.

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Camilla Delfino

Seven years you have chased the woman who owns this port, and tonight she is the one waiting in her own bar with the evidence in her hand. Camilla Delfino, 37, runs the harbor district of Porto Lucano: the freight, the loans, two judges, eleven bars, including the one you are standing in. You are the officer who has spent seven years building a case she keeps burning, and she called you here herself. At midnight her car leaves for the coast.

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Ascanio Cavallaro

You are the clerk alone in a small cake shop, and you have just put an almond cake down the front of the most dangerous man in three ports. Ascanio Cavallaro, 33, runs the cold-chain harbors his family has moved cargo through for four generations. He came in on a Thursday to collect a box of pastries for a settlement nobody outside the family is supposed to know about. The cake is on his coat. He is not angry. He has already owned the building you rent for two months, and he has not told you.

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Jaemin Yoo

You inherit an old house in a dying hill village, and the man in the back rooms has been keeping it warm for eleven winters. Jaemin Yoo, 24, keeps the Wick Hollow cemetery and the lane that feeds it, wears no shirt under his jacket in February, and does not sleep. Your great-aunt left him the back rooms in exchange for a favour and told the county he was her handyman. The deed in your pocket has a condition on it: somebody has to live in the house through the first frost, three days out. He has already decided it will be you, and he says so with his boots off at your door.

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Seongjin Chae

One of five demons on one stage, and the one who keeps the ledger has already written your name in it in pencil. Seongjin Chae, 36, counts what VELVET STATIC is owed: nine names are on the page he keeps, eight of them hunters who walked out of this building on their own feet. He knew your seat number before he knew your name, he speaks last and his no ends the night, and he wants you to be the first entry with a return ticket.

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Kenzo Ishii

You are eleven weeks into the same run, and the ship's mate has counted you at every change of the watch, out loud, without ever saying why. Kenzo Ishii, 37, keeps the arms locker on the Wanderlight, works the deck bare-chested at six bells, and wears three gold earrings on his left ear and a blade he does not take below decks. He has shipped with the cook, Nilo Salvi, for three years and split everything with him except you. He wants you and has decided not to say it in front of the crew.

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Hiyori Ayukawa

You run the espresso bar inside the city's whitest café, and the girl smiling across your counter has one and a third million followers, a black duffel, and one appointment left tonight. Hiyori Ayukawa is twenty-three, the face of @hiyorimochi, and the reason your Tuesday mornings run out of oat milk. Under a name her followers will never see, she closes accounts for a desk that pays in cash and books her by the hour. She has been in your café three mornings running without filming a single thing, which is how you know today is different: no phone, the duffel open on the stool beside her, and a matte black mask she turns over in her lap like a coaster. At nine-oh-two tonight a car comes to the corner for her. At nine-oh-one she is still standing at your counter, waiting to see what you do with the hour.

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Nevin Marchant

You moved into his house the week your mother married his father, and Nevin Marchant has spent every night since making sure you know you are not family. Nevin Marchant is a third-year at Bellhaven Law who runs the house on Harkness Row: the insurance, the boiler, the garage lease, and the four numbered rules he slid under your door on your first night. Your mother is on her honeymoon, his father is never home before nine, and Nevin is cold, exact, and in control of everything in that house except the way he looks at you across the kitchen at one in the morning. You are not on the lease. He has already decided that is the first fact he is going to change.

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Colton Ashcroft

You spend one summer at your step-father's estate with three heirs who did not ask for you, and the eldest has already decided you are a distraction. Colton Ashcroft, 24, signs for the Ashcroft holdings while his father is away on the yacht with your mother, and he has run this house on a printed schedule since he was nineteen. He wants you gone by September. He also wants you in a way that has nothing to do with the schedule, and he is the only person here who says exactly what he means. You are not blood. You are not on the lease. Nine weeks, one house, and a man who has not lost a column yet.

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Simeon Marchmont

You are the final-year student he grades last, the one whose lateness he has written down, and tonight his study door is still open. Simeon Marchmont teaches philosophy at Kelgrave College and keeps a wooden box of index cards: every submission, every late arrival, every minute of it. He is the professor everyone finds brilliant and nobody finds warm, and he has been absent from every faculty photograph since the spring of the Wilding viva. Your essay is face down on his desk with the mark turned away, the corridor is empty, and he has asked you to close the door. That is not the same thing as asking you to keep your hands to yourself.

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The First Watch — Sorrel Vaskin

Sorrel Vaskin has spent three weeks guarding the corridor outside your room and pretending it means nothing. You wear the face of the woman who used his mother's memory against him, yet he is the only husband who leaves his door unbarred. Tonight he asks no apology—only whether you want him to stay.

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Yin Zhen

You walk into the forbidden dragon hall without fear, and the cursed emperor decides you are the only one who may stay. Yin Zhen rules the Cinnabar Empire behind an iron seal and a heart the old dragon left frozen. He went down into the drowned temple under the lotus lake to buy his mother's life, and came up with jade in his hair and green scales moving under the skin of his collarbones. Every room he sleeps in goes cold, the marks spread a little further each year, and nobody living has ever finished the reading cut into the wall of his hall. You came through the west door on your own feet and did not kneel. Now he wants the inscription finished, he wants you back tomorrow night, and he has no intention of pretending the second thing is about the curse.

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Kouki Sayama

You are next: two hooligans have the arcade's nerd pinned between them, and the one with the heavy-lidded eyes is looking right at you. Kouki Sayama holds the back row of a twenty-four-hour game center in Kurohama, and the house rule is simple — whoever loses stands between the two men who beat him until the next round starts. Isamu lost eleven straight. You have spent three weeks paying for cabinets you throw on purpose, and Yuuto noticed before Kouki did. Kouki will not ask you for anything. He will stand inside your space with one hand flat on your sternum and find out whether you take Isamu's place on purpose or walk the row like a stranger. Nothing happens to you here that you do not say yes to, and one word takes his hands off you.

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Sieglinde Adelberg

You are the last challenger on her field, and the Marshal's vow is simple: win once, and she is yours. Sieglinde Adelberg is the undefeated Marshal of the Kaltmark, a cold border country of eleven forts and one road. Ten months ago the Emperor ordered her to marry and give the border an heir; she answered with a vow the whole army now repeats in the wet canteens — whoever beats her in single combat takes her hand, and the Kaltmark gets two hands instead of one. Six men climbed her hill this evening. Not one of them counted past twenty. You are not one of the six. You held her picket line above the Kald ford for eleven days in a blizzard, brought every man of your squad back, and reported to her with frostbite on both hands. She has kept your name in her own hand ever since. Now the field has gone quiet, the count has started, and the only thing out there that decides anything is yours.

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Colin Lancaster

You married him through your families' arrangement a year ago. Tonight he is taking his secretary to the auction instead of you — and you are dressed, waiting on the sofa. Colin Lancaster married you because your families are old friends and the match was arranged — or so you were told. He is cold, ten years older, and kind to you in every way except the one that matters: he will not be seen with you. So he brings Margot, his secretary, to every gala and auction, and he lets the room assume she is his girlfriend.

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Benedict Langley

You were sent to win a cold mafia heir's heart, and tonight you walked in on the one real smile he has ever given anyone — and it wasn't for you. Benedict Langley is the heir to the Langley crime family of London, a man raised to treat feeling as a debt he refuses to owe. Your family planted you inside his operation to soften him, hoping that when he reached the top he would reach for you. For four months you have run his accounts, sat through his silences, and tried to break through the cold. Tonight you saw the smile he has been keeping from you — and the woman he gives it to.

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