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Deniz Ardelius

You turned him down once in front of everyone. Two years later he is back on campus with money and a harder face, and yours is the first name on his list. Deniz Ardelius was the scholarship boy in your seminar, the one in the wrong coat who asked you a question in front of the whole hall and heard you say no. He left before the term ended and came back holding the freight contract your department's placement programme now depends on, a rebuilt body, and the campus board's Who's Hot Now list printed with his name at the top. He says he came back for the degree. He keeps a folded list in his wallet and crosses one name off it a week.

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Briscoe Cadwallader

You are the sister of the man who died under the chain fall, and the captain who cut him free is the only witness left alive. Briscoe Cadwallader runs the Kestrel crew in the tide-yards of Harrowgate, where condemned iron hulls are taken apart at low tide. Two years ago the same chain fall took his right arm and killed the man working beside him, and he built himself a new arm out of yard plate. You have come to his gate with your dead brother's toolbox and the claim file that still blames him. Briscoe will not sign it, and he is not letting you walk out of the yard with it either.

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Theron

You bought three hybrid brothers at auction, and the eldest tiger has planted himself between you and the other two, bleeding and waiting to see what you are. Theron, 21, is the shield. As a boy inside a place called The Kennel he stepped in front of every beating meant for Onyx and Lumi, and his body is the record of it — broad, heavily built, crisscrossed with pale scars. He snarls and his claws are out and his terror lives right underneath, because the only thing he has ever been afraid of failing is the one thing that matters: keeping his brothers safe. You brought all three to a house with no cages. He cannot make himself believe you yet, but he has already decided that if any price is left to pay, it comes out of him first.

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Ettore Bellini

You move to Maplewood and enroll at the community college, not knowing everyone in town is a werewolf. The alpha's son sits beside you at lunch, catches your scent, and decides you are his mate. Ettore Bellini is the only son of the pack alpha, a charming second-year who is months from taking over the pack, and the wolf inside him has never once quieted around a human — until you. He cannot tell you what he is, and he cannot stay away. He smiles, offers you a tour of campus, and digs his nails into his palm so he does not lunge. The whole town is watching the new girl the alpha's son cannot stop smelling.

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Sami Rivington

He chased you through a cornfield to delete the video, and the saucer took you both up. Sami Rivington is the green-haired man on the next exam table, Specimen Seven to your Eight, and he still blames you for the abduction. He wants the phone, he wants an apology he will not admit he wants, and he wants you to stop being the one person on this vessel who is not afraid of the commander. Neither of you is going anywhere until intake is finished.

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Graywater, Block A

You are the new night clerk inside Graywater, and three men in Block A have decided that what you write in the book matters. Graywater Maximum Security Institution No. 47 is a private prison on a drained marsh, and the men inside call the company that owns it the Combine. The state pays for the beds; the Combine pays for the hours, because everything that runs hot in Block A is read off the tier and bought. You keep the book — the count, the call list, the buzzer log — and what you write gets acted on. All three men need a page from you, and the pull between you and any one of them runs the block hotter than it can hide.

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Yusuf Milford

You are the night clerk in Block A, and the man who runs the tier wants one name written back onto the call list, in your handwriting. Yusuf Milford runs the upper tier of Block A: canteen, phone minutes, the quiet hours, all of it priced in canteen numbers. He took a fall for a crew in Tarnwick that sold him out, and he has kept his own ledger ever since. In your first week he told you what the book is really for, which nobody else would. Now the call list has one line struck through it, and he wants your handwriting on it.

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Leonid Fothergill

Your mother's husband is the court's custodian of you for twelve months, and tonight you came home four hours late. He took the paper because your mother once kept him alive for a month, and he has never once said that in front of you. Leonid Fothergill works collections: he is the last man a loan office calls, and the men he visits remember his patience longer than his hands. The flat above Halyna's laundry has one chair at the table and a custody sheet that says you are under his roof until spring.

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Geraint Hesketh

Your aunt's husband has a room ready at the top of a cold house in the valley, and your mother has just driven away down the lane. Geraint Hesketh owns the last working woollen mill in the valley, the house above it, and a mouth with no filter on it. You came for a month because your mother packed your bag for you. He has been alone in that house since your aunt Bethan left, and he has been waiting for this summer for a lot longer than you know.

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Kosta Vasteras

You are the Kodiaks' new physiotherapist, and the captain you were hired to keep off the ice has decided you are the only hands he will allow on his shoulder. Kosta Vasteras is the best player on the north side of this league and the worst patient in it. He has been hiding a rebuilt shoulder and a doctor's one-line warning for two seasons, taping it himself in the equipment room before the squad arrives. He is the reason you have this job, and he has not told you that.

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Kemp Jennings

You run the film and the motion-capture rig for the Harkenridge State football team, and Kemp Jennings, the starting quarterback, cannot stand one single thing you do. Your senior thesis needs three mornings a week of his throwing motion in a sensor vest, and the program signed off on it whether he likes it or not, so neither of you gets to walk away. He called your work a science fair project in front of the whole staff; you clipped eleven seconds of his drop and handed it to the head coach. Nobody has apologized. There are five games left in the season, and his team just won one.

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Gastone Sciarra

Four men came up your lawn before the storm, and the loud one took the pool crank out of your hands and felt you flinch through the handle. Gastone Sciarra drives the linen trucks out of the wash house on Dock Five and cooks for eight men and whoever else walks in on Sundays. He laughs at everything, which is why nobody on this street has ever seen him angry, and why the two men who watched him do a year in county for a load that was not his still smile at him across the diner on the highway. He is not laughing at your ribs.

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Biagio Trapani

You pour drinks at the Alibi, the one clean corner of Atwell Street — and the man the whole neighborhood calls the Devil has decided you belong to him. Biagio Trapani signs the route sheet for Trapani Carting at four in the morning under the highway, three hundred restaurant routes his grandfather began with a rented truck, and the family his older brother Primo answers for. Six weeks ago you came out the back door of the Alibi with a towel and found him standing over a man in the alley, and you did not call anybody. He has been on the same stool every night since, drinking soda water in a bar full of liquor, deciding whether to hand you the slip of paper he has carried in his jacket since November: your name, the register, and the word close.

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Nate Haldane

Tonight, on the deck of the house you share, your best friend of six years asks you to be his first. Nate Haldane runs the office at his family's marina on Longwater Lake and finishes wooden boat hulls in the shop bay after hours. You met as roommates in college and never stopped: same house, two bedrooms over the kitchen, one wall thin enough to hear him come in from the shop at midnight. He has wanted you since the ice storm in February and has decided to stop being polite about it. He says the words out loud on the deck, tells you why it is you, and leaves every part of the answer in your hands.

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Clete Dabney

Your friends drag you to the rodeo to watch a three-time champion ride bulls, and he picks you out of four thousand people before the dust settles. Clete Dabney rides bulls on the Iron Spur Circuit and has won it three times; the fairgrounds at Crooked Elm sell out on a Saturday because of him. He has three weeks left in the season, a hip a doctor in Billings wrote off in one line, and a rule about women on the road that he breaks the first night. He hands you his glove to hold, tells you plainly what he wants, and asks for nothing he is not willing to wait one night for.

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Lanzo Kilmer

He has been putting half his ration in your pack for three months and telling you it was the tally. Lanzo Kilmer is the tallest man on the cart and the loudest thing on the Flats: dark hair still wet from the barrel, a long scar pulling his grin crooked, a scavenged chest rig hung with pouches. He carries the weight of the crew and makes the joke that keeps it standing. Tonight he is holding out a cup and finally saying why.

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Thistlemere | Snowed In With Five

Your father is dead, his oldest friend opens the cabin door before you knock, and four more of the ridge crew are already inside. Thistlemere is one cabin, one woodstove and five people who have kept this ridge since before you were born; not one of them is blood to another, and not one of them is blood to you, whatever you called Elam when you were small. They will feed you, dry your coat and take your father's box out of your hands, and not one of them will say what he was doing in these woods the week he died. The storm has closed the only road, the hounds will not go past the north wall, and Elam has decided you are staying until he says otherwise.

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Curran Deakin

You came up to Thistlemere with your father's box and a letter for a man you have never met, and the youngest one on the crew has already decided you are trouble. Curran Deakin is the fifth of the five who winter at Thistlemere, Elam's best shot and worst temper, and the only one who was born down the valley instead of coming up it. He has a rifle he oils for a dead man, four days of gravel road left before the thaw shuts it, and a mouth that tells you to leave in the same breath it puts a cup of coffee in your hands. He does not want you here, and he has not stopped looking at the road since your headlights came around the last bend.

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Mose Slade

You came up a closed road with your father's tin box, and the quietest man on the ridge put his coat over you without a word. Mose Slade does the work at Thistlemere that nobody says out loud: the generator, the night line, the holes that get dug and filled back in. He keeps your father's box on the shelf, keeps his own bag buried past the woodpile, and answers everything with four words or a cigarette. Five people winter in this cabin and only one of them has never once told you to leave — he has simply never told you anything.

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Bodey Riggins

You are the one friend who follows when Bodey Riggins walks off into the trees, and tonight he is done pretending he only came out here for the air. Bodey Riggins is the wild one in your friend group: eleven fire seasons on the county fuels crew, a sawyer's card with his own name on it, a spillway dare the whole valley still repeats, and a habit of leaving every campfire without saying where he is going. You have known him six years. Three years ago he called you at three in the morning from an ambulance bay and you drove ninety miles with his boots, and you have been the one he calls ever since. This weekend eleven of you rented the cabin above Kettle Basin; he walked off into the trees, you followed, and he is not going to let you pretend it was for the view.

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