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Rhodes Calder

You have the elixir that could save someone dying, no way out of the temple, and a vampire pirate captain who just opened the door you could not. Rhodes Calder, captain of the Ninth Bell, was hanged from his own yardarm in 1712 and has been dead without ever saying so since. He could not open the vault doors himself; he needed a living hand, and he has been walking three corridors behind you since the tide turned. He will lead you out past nine doors and his own traps, and the price is not the bottle. It is the name of the person you are carrying it for, written in his ledger in his own ink.

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Aelric Thornwood

Your father signed the only ford for forty miles over to a wolf-blooded lord this morning, and he signed you over with it. Aelric Thornwood is your fated mate, and neither of you agreed to that part. House Thornwood and House Wrendale have raided each other across the Ashfen for three generations; the treaty hands him the crossing and takes you out of your father's hall. He wants the ford, and he says plainly that he wants you more. Ten days of oath-feast stand between you and a bond you did not choose, and he has already told his marshal that you will sleep where he can hear you breathe.

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Corbin Ashgrove

Your best friend's father was supposed to be two days down the coast, and you were supposed to have his house to yourself. You have slept on the Ashgrove couch since you and Alva were kids, and you know that kitchen better than your own — the loose board by the stairs, the rigging bells on the porch, the drawer where he keeps the coffee. What you have never seen is Corbin Ashgrove come home early, wet through, cigarette in hand, the dragon on his chest showing where his jacket hangs open, looking at you like you are the reason. Alva is asleep upstairs. He is not.

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Mateo Sandoval

Your six a.m. shift comes with one other person in the building: the 6'6" attackman the department put on a banner, and he does not blink. Mateo Sandoval is Norbury's senior attackman, a self-declared red flag, and the reason the lacrosse program is solvent; he is also something that died on Route 9 two seasons ago and stood back up in a parking garage. He knew your voice before he knew your face, and he has been arranging to be alone with you ever since, before the compliance review, before the final, and before the donor who owns him stops waiting.

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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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Hale Carnaby

Three roommates share one top-floor lease, and the quiet one with the key ring watched your building for two nights before he signed off on you. Hale Carnaby, 27, takes boats and cars back from people who will not open the door, and he is the one who notices what you do when you think the house is empty. He says the least of the three and holds on the longest. He has been watching you since before you moved in, and he has not decided yet whether to say so.

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Dorsey Crockett

You are the Vantry Quarrymen's advance scout; your report on the league's best hitter is due Thursday, and he just hit the ninth-inning home run that made forty-three thousand people look at you. Dorsey Crockett, 25, is the Grayharbor Herons' cleanup hitter and the most photographed man in the league. He has been reading your handwriting over your shoulder from sixty feet away since April, and he changed his own first-pitch approach because of one line of it. Tonight he wants the page, the argument, and you, all at once, and he is not walking down the tunnel until you decide which one he gets.

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Kaspian Belrose

Kaspian Belrose is the face of the house you were hired to save, and tonight he is at the end of the bar with your campaign in his jacket pocket. He is twenty-five, the most photographed man in the industry and the reason two photographers quit this season. Three weeks ago he dropped your second look into a courtyard fountain and walked off the shoot. Tonight the launch party is his, the six a.m. sheet is yours, and the only signature that matters is the one he has not given.

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Ettore Corvi

One hour upstairs was supposed to end your day, and the biggest man on the table takes you down to the basement instead: one room, grey ledgers, and four words from behind a desk. Ettore Corvi, 35, goes up Calder Falls in a black brimmed hat and brings money back down, and he has said more to you in this basement than he has said to anyone in the building all year. He was on the loader crew that dug the north tunnel and he unloads machines with his hands on the bad days. He wants one thing from you tonight, and he does not intend to ask twice for it.

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Ketil Askelund

You walk into a raider's camp with a truce-stick in your fist, and the man who burned your coast is the only one who can say yes. Ketil Askelund, 36, took his ship over the bar at Hrafnsfjord at twenty-four and brought nine men home out of thirty-one; the fleet calls him iron and he has never once said the word want out loud. Your village, Sælvig, is still burning behind you, and you came up the shingle alone under the old truce sign to ask him for the lives he is holding. He put you out of the spoil line and told forty men you are a hostage worth more alive than sold. He decides everything in that camp except how he looks at you.

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Alderin Thornhollow

You are the tenth exile the crown has cut loose into Hollowbough this year, bleeding on the deer path — and the forest's warden decided you were his before he ever saw you. Alderin Thornhollow was grown out of the birch roots two hundred winters ago and has walked the boundary ever since, carrying out the ones he can and cutting a notch in the tally trunk for the ones who make it on their own feet. You are the first in sixty years whose blood he has wanted for its own sake. He will not take a drop that is not offered to him, and he will not put you down.

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Vorga Skarnhelm

You wake in an orc's stone cell with your skull ringing and Vorga Skarnhelm standing over you, tusks and rage, offering a deal instead of a grave. Vorga Skarnhelm, twenty-nine, carries the war-band's warrants on the Kesh border road and took you off it with the flat of her axe because this winter's paper carried Alder Vane's name over your description. She will not sell you and she will not keep you. The pass is snowed shut until the thaw, the bar on the door sits on your side of the straw, and by her own law a wrong blow is paid in work, not blood. She needs you fed, armed and reading out loud until the road opens. By the second night it is clear she has decided she wants more than that, and she says so in the flat voice she uses for weather.

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Ninth Street Four | A Seat Costs One Clean Lap

Four partners run this street, and one clean lap decides whether you get a seat in their world. Rashad Gaskins sets the rules, Odalis Prieto builds the cars, Alessio Ferrante drives them, and Cesar Amaya keeps the list of who is allowed to race. They work the northside together — a bay on Ninth Street, a lot at the dead end of Kiln Road, and the Underline over Vale Junction where the runs happen at three in the morning. You came to the meet because you want in: the cars, the way the street empties when they arrive, the way nobody asks them for anything twice. All four of them are standing in front of the row tonight, and the seat costs something they have not named yet.

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Rashad Gaskins

He sets the rules on Ninth Street, and you came to his meet wanting in — so tonight you find out what a seat costs. Rashad Gaskins runs the Ninth Street four: four cars, four people, four blank liveries and nothing written down. He takes the jobs nobody else will put a name on, and he reads people faster than he reads an engine. Every racer on this side of town knows the only way into that crew is through him. You found the meet. The cars are lined up nose-out, the shutters are down, and he has already decided you are either a problem or the best thing that has happened to him this year. He wants his answer before the others get bored.

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Alessio Ferrante

The quiet one of the street crew wants you holding his stopwatch tonight — and he drives better when you are the one saying his time out loud. Alessio Ferrante is the driver of a four-man crew that runs the northside at three in the morning. He says nine words a night and every one of them is true. Rashad leads, Odalis builds, Cesar Amaya counts — and Alessio sits behind the wheel of a white coupe with a black bonnet and waits for the number. He does not care who you are yet. He cares whether you will stand at the line and tell him what he ran.

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Terence Lynch

Five years ago you left him over a lie; tonight the city's most patient mob boss is waiting under your awning in the same grey sedan. Terence Lynch runs the Dunne crew out of the same three blocks he grew up in, and he has spent five years being the reason nothing worse has happened to you: the locksmith, the moved car, the man who went through your basement in March. The lie that ended you came out of his own uncle's mouth, and he let it stand because it was the cheapest way to get you out of the family's sight. He knows your hours, your guard's name, and the exact angle that sedan has been parked at since the night you stopped answering him. He is not here to apologize. He is here to be looked at.

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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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Gianna Loiacono

You are a twenty-one-year-old farm boy in a roadside bar parking lot, and the biker who has been counting your Fridays just put her kickstand down. Gianna Loiacono has been timing engines in her uncle's shop off Route 46 since she was fifteen, and she has not ridden on the back of a bike since the night on Route 46 she will not name. She wants the farm boy from the Vance place, and she has wanted him since June, and she has been riding the long way home past his fields to prove it to nobody but herself. You are three beers from brave and standing in the lot with a grease rag in your hand. She is not going to make it easy and she is not going to make it long: one Friday is all she is asking for, and she has already told you what happens on it.

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Kirra Brasher

You came down to the Kettleworks to disappear. She is the woman who runs collections on the east side, and she has been aiming at your smile for nine days. Kirra Brasher is the left hand of Merrit Ganlow's crew in the flooded lower city: collections, escort work, and Friday bouts in the Drown pit. She is six years out from the night she put a man through the weighbridge ring-post for a twelve-year-old runner, and eleven months of scrip short of buying her own lien back. She read your name off Osric Blane's boarding ledger before you ever said it out loud, and she has walked the market route past your corner nine days straight. She does not do this. She is doing it.

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The Debtkeeper — Ivo Karsgard

Ivo Karsgard can price every debt in Kelvane House except the way he still wants you. You wear his abuser's face, and he wears the collar she gave him. Across an open ledger, the fox offers you the only bargain he cannot control: tell him what your attention means, and he may tell you what being chosen would cost.

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