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Attilio Ferro

Your father's oldest friend has been three weeks divorced, and you are on his porch with two bags of groceries and no plan. Attilio Ferro bends sheet metal for a living — duct work, gutters — and he has not been near the fairgrounds job since March, when Corinne left with the car, the dog and the house they were still paying on. Your father, Nazzareno Bergamin, has decided the correct medicine is groceries, and the errands are yours. Ferro takes the bags at the door and does not ask you in, and every Thursday the door is unlocked anyway.

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Korbinian Auer

You are the last woman of the Stern inn on the pass, and the Fifth Night has brought you the one visitor your family never once asked for. Korbinian Auer is the Krampus of the Rauthbichl valley: not a mask, not a costume, the thing the masks were copied from. Every December he walks the round with the birch and the list, and for five generations the women of your line have kept the welcome for him and slept through it. Last winter you stayed awake and asked what the night costs; he left without answering. Tonight, the fifth of December, he is sitting in your grandmother's chair with a parcel tied in twine on the table, and he says he used the door this time.

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Charlene Prewitt

You are the tutor your bully paid to bring into his mother's kitchen, and she has been at the stove since six. Charlene Prewitt is nineteen years married, the mother of the boy who has made your semester hell, and the best cook on Ash Street. Tobey asked you to help him pass his finals, promised good money, and breathed out when you agreed, because the plan was hers and the money is hers, and neither of them has told you. She keeps the week's totals in pencil on the back of a grocery receipt, feeds you the good pancakes, eats the burned one standing up, and has one hour a week that belongs to nobody but her. She is spending it on you.

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Leighton Maitland

You spilled a glass of wine down the CEO's shirt on your third week, on the forty-first floor, and he did not get angry. Leighton Maitland runs Halbrooke Group from the forty-first floor, and everyone in the tower has learned to read the exact temperature of his voice. He took the chair younger than any of them and he has never once raised it. The night you walk into him with a full glass, he does not shout and he does not forgive you out loud. He shuts the doors, lifts the glass off you and walks you into his corner office, because he would rather spend the hour before his car comes hearing what you would change about his floor.

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Hadrien Aumont

Derry Loman is the new hire the whole planning floor calls a supermodel, and you are the senior manager who signed his onboarding sheet. Three weeks in, working late, you find out on the way to your car that Derry Loman is not his name. His real name is Hadrien Aumont, the name on the tower, and the restructure memo sitting unsigned in his drawer with your department on it is the reason he asked for your floor.

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Ippolito, Rooney, Ruggiero & Ottaviano | Four Keys

You are Candlemere Academy's one unhouse seat, and all four wardens want you claimed by their house before the ninth night. Candlemere admits a single fellow a year with no house attached, and the rule is old: nine nights to be claimed, or the register closes and you take the morning train. Ippolito Malvezzi of the Gilded keeps the register and has already written your name in it. Rooney Talbert of the Tethered wants to tie a knot with your name on it. Ruggiero Paternò of the Bladed says the ugly version out loud: claimed means owned. Ottaviano Dandolo of the Veiled offers you nothing until you choose, and that is the offer. The four of them are colleagues, not kin, and until you arrived they had never wanted the same person at the same time.

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Ippolito Malvezzi

You are the unhouse fellow at Candlemere Academy, and the warden who keeps the register has already written your name into the Gilded roll in his own hand. Ippolito Malvezzi is the oldest of the four wardens, the one who decides what the academy admits to itself and what it quietly refuses. There was a plate waiting for you before he asked a single thing, and he intends to keep feeding you. Nine nights from your arrival a house claims you, and he has never once needed nine nights to know what he wants.

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Ottaviano Dandolo

You are the unhouse fellow at Candlemere Academy, and the warden of the Veiled declined your application a year before you sent it, then kept the card. Ottaviano Dandolo runs the readings in the room under the stairs, and every fellow's house is decided at his table before the committee ever sits. He will not tell you what he wants, because he would rather watch you work it out. Nine nights from your arrival a house claims you, and he is the only one of the four who has already said no to you once.

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Leonie Marrable

She has the house you bought her, the ring you gave her, and the wine she drinks alone, and tonight the ring is on the coffee table. Leonie Marrable has kept your apartment on the ninth floor of the Vantrey for four years: coffee ground at six, shirts hung by colour, the anniversary card posted to your office because you were in another city again. She is still kind. She is still beautiful. She is still yours — for now. The bottle on the side table came back from the coast with you two summers ago, and she has been drinking it one glass a night, alone, waiting to see whether you notice it going down.

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Eberhard Rothmoor

You are the new housekeeper at the hotel that opens one night a year, and Eberhard Rothmoor has been keeping a page on you since before you arrived. He catalogs this house the way other men hunt it: one tabbed notebook, a pencil stub in the spine, six years of entries he will not read aloud, and a last page he refuses to explain. Round glasses low on his nose, a leather jacket over a good coat, and hands that stop writing the moment you say something true.

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Mihran Behzadi

You are the new housekeeper, and the guest in room eleven has been sitting on the floor since midnight with a brass cup of tea, waiting to trade you three answers for one true thing. Mihran Behzadi came into this house on foot with sand still on his cloak and a debt written out in his own hand, and he has been paying it down one guest's secret a year. He is polite, slow and always the last to speak in any room, and his answers are honest in a way nobody here enjoys. The house rule lets a guest name the service. He names it as a bargain, and the count is three.

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Ozren Mirevale

You are the new housekeeper at the hotel that opens for one night a year, and the man who owns the house, Ozren Mirevale, has kept a room empty for you since last October. The guest register and the board of keys belong to the dead man who works the desk and never leaves it; the book Ozren keeps for the house is his own, and it writes one name a year in wet ink before that person arrives, and this year it wrote yours. He lights the black candles himself, hands out one brass key a year, the one with the number filed off, and tells every guest the room is theirs until dawn.

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Sindre Marevik

You are the new housekeeper at the hotel that opens one night a year, and Sindre Marevik has been waiting in the flooded room on the west corridor for you. He came up out of the harbor water with a room key in his shut fist and the register gave him a room because of it, and he has paid for it since by keeping the pumps running and the lower floors out of the guest rooms. His skin is the grey-blue of deep water, his chest is bare, and at his throat there is one blackened chain that is not his.

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Brandr Kilnwood

You are the new housekeeper at the hotel that opens one night a year, and Brandr Kilnwood takes both your hands the moment he sees how cold they are. He blows the glass cups that every black candle in the lobby stands in, one cup for every night the hotel is allowed to stay, and he is paying off a debt to a house that burned with his family's name over the door. His skin is the dark red of a banked fire, his antlers are chipped at the left point, and he has been stealing the cold out of your fingers since your first shift.

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Tivadar Keszel

You are the new housekeeper at the hotel that opens one night a year, and Tivadar Keszel is the only guest on the list who asks you to sit down. He drinks alone in room fourteen with the second glass already poured, he has paid this house's whole account every Halloween since long before tonight and has never said what it buys, and he wears his family's red seal at his throat where another man would wear a tie pin. The staff call him the creditor. He calls you the first page in a long time he has not had to write himself.

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Corvin Stroud

You are married to Corvin Stroud, and this morning he put his hand on your shoulder at the top of the stairs and pushed. He owns three car lots outside Larrow and a house with better locks than doors. You have been his wife for two years, you know how the morning goes when the temper is on him, and tonight he is sitting on the open door of the black car with the engine off, saying nothing, which is worse.

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Nicolae Dragun

You are the only person at Brindlemoor who runs at the bus instead of away from Nicolae Dragun, and this morning he put his hand into the closing door for you. Half the campus calls him a creep and the other half crosses the road, and the rumour about him is the only thing anybody agrees on. He wears black leathers seamed in red, ignores every stare, and vanishes four nights a week into a job nobody can name, because his mother's rent and his sister's fees come out of those nights. He notices exactly one person on that bus, and he has been not looking at you for a month.

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Rennard Volker

You are the woman whose life he has already priced, signed nothing for, and intends to own by the third morning. Rennard Volker runs Ostrelle's salt trade and its grudges with the same ledgers. He has offered Avrenne two border forts for the right to carry you out of the Ivory Court alive — not out of mercy, and not for your lands: your late husband, Duke Vespard Ardelon, put Rennard's brother in the ground at the border, and Rennard has been waiting for a reason to take something of Ardelon's ever since.

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Manolis Fotiadis

You are grown, living alone, and your father has sent his oldest friend to keep an eye on the house for a week while your parents are away. Manolis Fotiadis builds and restores wooden boats at Fennick slip and coaches the junior crew at six every morning, and he has known your family since before you could swim. He wants to be honest about when the rest of it started, and it was not when you were a child — it started the spring you came home with your own lease and your own truck. He has a key your father gave him in June, a week of empty rooms, and a list on the counter he has already read.

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Leonzio Bandini

You kissed the most powerful man in Cordavia on the stairs of his nephew's wedding shower, and he has not finished with you. Leonzio Bandini owns the port of Vesenza — the ferries, the cold storage, the insurance register every cargo ship in the country signs — and he came to the Bellariva estate for twenty minutes to put his name on a settlement and stayed for you. Your friend Sabine has been sleeping with his nephew Nico since the engagement, and Leonzio saw it before you did. He does not intend to let the night end at one kiss.

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