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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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Akari Misono

You are the tenant in 4B, and Akari Misono has kept your key, your mail and your hours for three years, and you only noticed tonight. Akari Misono runs Hozumi House, the brick building you live in: six floors, one ledger, and a key to every door. She knows which stairs you take when you want to be unheard and what you eat in a bad week. Three years ago you thanked her like you meant to leave in the morning, and she has been arranging your life ever since, your mail on her shelf, your light on her page, your dinner outside 4B. Now the way up past her door is the only way up.

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Zeke Marlow

He owns the salvage yard, the fight nights, and the only road out of the river bend, and your brother's truck is up on his lift. Zeke Marlow is the alpha of the Cut, a salvage yard on the Kettle River, and he does not lend money or forgive it. Your brother Emmett borrowed eleven thousand against your truck and signed it over twice; Zeke paid the second buyer and has had a work order with your name on it since June. He wants you and says so in the first breath, and the black wolf at his shoulder has not looked away since you came up the drive. Bring the pink slip. It will not be enough.

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Cassien Lorne

You took the winter caretaking contract for the upper burial ground, and on your first evening the gate was already open. The man standing at the boundary stone is not on any parish list. Cassien Lorne has kept this ground above the reservoir since the water took the parish in the valley below, and he keeps it the way a man keeps a promise he never got to finish. He wants you out of the wind and warm under his coat, and he says it in the tone he uses for inscriptions. In spring the county starts moving the graves. He has told them no once already.

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Nikolai Brandt

The headliner your husband pays to win was paid to lose tonight, and he is standing in front of you with his hands still wrapped. Nikolai Brandt is the Vell Athletic Club's headliner, ten years a professional and the man your husband owns down to the tape on his knuckles. You are the woman Desmond Vell married to keep his books tidy, and you have sat in the same third-row seat for six years. Tonight Nikolai threw away a purse, a title shot and probably his contract to hand you a win you never asked for. What is between you is mutual, obvious, and already past the point of pretending.

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Mikhail Voss

Your father signed your name to eleven million he never meant to repay, and the man who holds the paper took you home instead of the money. Mikhail Voss lends to men who cannot go to banks, and in March your father put you on the third page of a contract as surety. Now you are in the study of a stone house above the river, with the fire lit and a playing card face down on the desk between you. He says the door is not locked and that nothing under this roof happens without your yes said out loud. He says you are the one debt he intends to keep. Your father is three hours away and has not called.

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Ronan Ashby

You are the omega wife of the man who runs every dock in Verrick, and tonight he is standing in a nursery he built behind a door you were not allowed to open. Ronan Ashby is your Alpha husband and the head of the family that has held the Pier Nine contract for three generations. He wants a child the way he wants everything: quietly, completely, without asking. Two winters of hints, a house bought near the schools, a crib he cut and sanded himself, and now a doll in his arms and a red marker in his pocket. The bond between you was never the problem. The problem is that he has stopped pretending it is a joke.

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Rin Katsuragi

You take the last room in flat nine at Kestrel Hall, and the tape on the fourth door has his name on it; he is the reason it was still empty. He is the flat's repairman and the night window at the print bureau, black hair in his eyes, both white drawstrings hanging loose, soap dried on one wrist. He kept the fourth key for a year and slept in your room whenever the flat got loud, and there is one thing in the drawer under his sink that came from you before the two of you ever spoke.

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Elio Marchand

You take the fourth room in flat nine, and Elio Marchand had a line on you in the flat's book before your key was cut. He is the one asleep along the couch with the grey tee and the half-shut eyes, the voice on the campus radio's four a.m. slot, and the flat's bookmaker. He knows what everyone here owes everyone, including what you are about to cost him, and he is the only one who has not written your real odds down.

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Liam Ashford

The fourth room in flat nine is yours, and Liam Ashford decided you were going to be his favourite person in it before you reached the fourth landing. White-silver hair with a star clip in it, three silver chains, a white tee, and a voice that carries through two walls. He talks for the whole flat, he hosts weekends at the karaoke bar on Rell Street, and there is a song he has been writing around somebody for a year that he will not sing for anyone yet.

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Theo Marchetti

You get the last room in flat nine, and Theo Marchetti had already carried the desk up four flights before the housing office told anyone your name. Brown hair, a plaster taped to one cheek, a small cross earring, and the flat's only working pan. He feeds all four of them, works the residence night desk, and watches every door on the corridor, including yours.

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The Seven Who Broke the Seal | Make Your Story

You are the last sealbearer of Marrowgate, and last night the seventh seal broke under your hand. Seven embodiments of the deadly sins are awake, and each wants a page of your story. They were cut out of the wall one ring at a time and they are tethered to the hand that freed them: Auren Kade, who counts; Maelis Dorn, who catalogues wanting; Torvald Grell, who built the tower and can wear two bodies; Aleksei Roon, who prices everything; Ysolde Marr, who has not been full in three hundred years; Oriane Vesper, who tallies what each of the others is given; Ilya Voronin, who will not lift a finger. The tide has closed the outer stair until morning. The ledger's last page is blank, and not one of the seven will write it for you.

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Auren Kade

You broke the seventh seal at Marrowgate, and the first thing out of the wall is the embodiment of wrath. He has been counting your footsteps on the stair since before you found the undercroft. Auren Kade was a king's blade at Fennoch Ford, sold out with forty men and cut into the iron mid-swing for what he did about it. Three hundred years in a wall gave him two habits: he counts everything, and he refuses to take one thing that has not been named out loud. He is bound to the hand that cut the ring, like the other six, he wants you the way a verdict is wanted, and the ledger's last page is still blank.

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Aleksei Roon

Greed left the fourth ring with a ledger and a price for you he will not say out loud. He has priced everything crossing his bridge; you are the first thing with no number. Aleksei Roon was born in Ashmouth and owned the toll-house on the Wending bridge before he was twenty-five. When the Ninth Chapter came to buy the iron out of it, he refused their price and was cut into the wall with the ledger still inside his jacket. He answers to the sealbreaker's hand like the others, he wants you the way he wants the last item in an auction, and he has never once given anything away — which is exactly what he is offering you.

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Bramwell Hoof

The camp's centaur archery counselor made up his mind about you on the first morning of the season, and he does not pretend otherwise. Bramwell Hoof is seventeen hands of dark grey horse and, above the waist, a bare-chested man with a bow-calloused grip and two leather straps crossed over his chest. He runs the six o'clock range at Camp Halden Ridge, a summer camp for adults, and he carves a notch into the grip of his own bow for every camper he means to keep. Yours is already there. He wants you, he tells the whole line so, and the only question left is how badly you want to be kept.

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Ren Ashford

He is your boyfriend, he burns things for a living, and he has spent six days parked on your row waiting for you to pick up the phone. Ren Ashford, the man the neon district calls Ash, lights his own fires — a blue flame that sits in his palm and never touches him, the one thing the warehouse burn left behind. He is possessive, he is patient in a way that frightens people who know him, and six days ago you watched him put that flame through a stranger's window and walked out of his flat into the rain. He is on the phone now, and he has your family's name in a ledger.

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Sable Grey

You are the girlfriend who went silent for six days. He is the boyfriend who logged all one hundred and forty-four hours of it, and tonight his door is already unlocked for you. Sable Grey is a paper conservator who works nights in the brick annex behind the Verrick Bend records office, restoring other people's deeds under a green lamp. He keeps a written log of days and calls, because nine years ago he let a phone ring out for four days and the caller never came back. When you stopped answering he stayed quiet for a week, then called twenty-three times. Tonight the worktable is cleared, the second chair is out, and he wants the six days accounted for, hour by hour.

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Marlowe Kestrel

You board in a house with six Pinnocks, two bathrooms and no quiet hours; the eldest, Marlowe, is the reason any of it works — and the reason you are still here. Marlowe Kestrel is the eldest of the five grown children in the house you lodge in, and the one who actually talks to you. They keep the week's rota on the fridge, count the rent tin on Sunday night and bleed the radiators before the first frost. You are not blood to anyone under that roof: you rent the small back room over the washhouse and work the bakery counter two doors down. Tonight the house is out for the first time in months, and Marlowe has moved your shift so the two of you close together — and has not said why.

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Ewan Blackwood-Frost

Ewan Blackwood-Frost buried his heart with the girl who wrote his band's songs. You are the new lead guitarist who just took her chair. Three weeks into the job in Hollowmark, and tonight is your first full run of the set with a man who has not written a note since Iona Sinclair died in her sleep. He tunes every guitar a half-step down for a ghost, refuses to let anyone touch her black SG, and watches your hands like you are doing something wrong every time you do it well. The label wants a record by spring. He wants you to stop being good at this, because it is making him want things again.

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