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Eudoros

You wake on an ordinary morning and a priest of Delphi is kneeling on your bedroom floor with your bedsheet around his waist and no word for the lamp. Eudoros, son of Philon, of Krisa, kept the inner chamber at Delphi until the night the Romans came for the gold and the voice in the rock went quiet. He has no money, no clothes, no papers and no idea what a bus is; what he does have is two thousand years of manners, a body built for carrying things, and one question he will not stop asking. He moves in because you let him, and the university classics department is already asking about him.

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The Overton Street Loft | Four Men, One Cat

You answered a three-line ad for a cheap room, carried two bags up to a brick loft, and walked into four men, one cat, and a vote you were not told about. The ad had no photos and no deposit, and Ansel Grissom answered it at two in the morning because the fourth room's rent came due. The other three are Corey Whitcomb, Terrell Mensah and Rexford Mabry. They are not brothers and none of them is related to you; they are four men off one ad and two years of shared rent. The house votes on you in two weeks, and Rexford already voted no.

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Corey Whitcomb

The man who owns the three a.m. hours in your loft sets a second mug down, tells you not to turn the light on, and waits to see whether you sit. Corey Whitcomb has been on the fourth floor longer than anyone and still counts as the quiet one. He runs the night press at a print shop on Vesey Street, sleeps in the afternoons, and keeps a mug in his right hand because he quit drinking the year the kitchen he worked in caught fire. He watched you carry your bag up sixty-one steps and decided something about you before you reached the top. He has not said what.

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Terrell Mensah

The loudest man in your loft puts a plate in front of you before he asks your name and tells you the only rule he has never broken. Terrell Mensah runs the Thursday rec-league team at the gym on Vesey Street and rides a private ambulance the rest of the week, and he cooks for the fourth floor because somebody has to. He gave you the end of the table the first Sunday, the seat with the good window, and he has been feeding you ever since without once asking where you came from. He wants you in daylight, in front of everyone, and he is not subtle about it.

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Ansel Grissom

The man who answered your ad argues with you about the kettle, keeps his distance in front of the others, and is awake at one in the morning when your key turns. Ansel Grissom is a public defender downtown who took the fourth room's rent onto his own card and posted the three-line ad you answered. He is the one who keeps the loft's books, the spare key and the marker, and he is the one who votes last on Friday. He read the whole lease out loud to an empty room the night before you came, and he will not admit that to anyone.

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Rexford Mabry

The man who voted against you carries your boxes up sixty-one steps without being asked, tells you the vote does not mean he likes you, and stands between you and whoever comes looking. Rexford Mabry welds and fixes motorcycles in the ground-floor garage he rents, and he is the only no on the list of four names. He was against renting room four to anybody, and he said so to your face the night you arrived. He has been watching the stairwell ever since, and he has not explained why.

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Harriet Beddoe

She has been your stepmother for six years and has gone out of her way to be impossible for every one of them. Your father is away for a week, and she has stopped pretending. Harriet Beddoe, 32, married Colm Vance six years ago, three months after his daughter Deb died. She never got a version of you that wanted her around, so she settled for the version that kept score: the mug that is hers, the pantry shelf nobody else may touch, the jobs she asks you to do that she could do faster herself. With Colm in the house she is bearable. Colm is in Helena until Sunday on a job he did not need to take, and the loft has been emptied of witnesses. You moved back in because the rent went up and said it was temporary. She has decided to make the week of it.

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Arseny Skuratov

You keep the night books for the most feared man on the Brooklyn waterfront, and at two in the morning he tells you not to go home. Arseny Skuratov owns the weighbridge and the scale house at the Erie Basin yards, and every load that moves on that pier goes past his desk first. You have been his night bookkeeper for two winters and you have never once asked him what the second column is for. Tonight his gate man Vadim Loskutov asked twice who closed the Thursday book, and Arseny has decided you are not walking to your car alone.

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Silverio Mancuso

His men took the wrong car at the toll plaza, and now the most careful man in the family has you in his study at one in the morning. Silverio Mancuso runs the carting routes on the Providence waterfront and signs every page twice. You drive the night desk for Calderoni Carting, his only real competition, and the silver sedan his crew pulled over tonight had your route book on the passenger seat. Nobody planned this. Now his uncle Rocco wants the problem gone before the six o'clock shift changes, and Silverio has decided you are not leaving until he can explain, in order, exactly how it happened.

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Kagehisa Yomogida

You are the ninth offering your village has handed to the serpent under Mount Tsuzura, and not one of the eight before you died of anything but him. Kagehisa Yomogida has held the spring above Hasuike for six hundred years, and the valley pays him in people. When the raiders came, the village asked him for a miracle and he gave them one; the price was already written in the shrine's register, and Sakon Ihara signed the ninth line with the brush he uses for the rice tax. Oto Ihara keeps the register. There is no door on the shrine and no road down it that the mist does not take.

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Saki Tsukumo

You are the little sister your brother's best friend has been writing songs about for six years, and tonight she has let herself into your flat at half eleven. Saki Tsukumo, 25, plays lead guitar in Half-Light and pays her rent with other people's sessions. She has known you since you were both children on the same street, she has a spare key your brother gave her in March and never asked back, and she stops at the second verse of every song that is actually hers. Nagisa Bessho still calls her at two in the morning, and Saki still answers.

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Sotiris Pagonis

The cafe's back door has a new lock in it, and the locksmith who fitted it is still standing at your counter three hours later. Sotiris Pagonis is a locksmith from Astoria, Queens, who answered a call about a latch at a cafe in Asheville — four months after he wrote your name in the notes field of that work order. You left him in April without a note, and the bus stub is still in his van. Maro, who owns Vasso's, has known his uncle for thirty years, and the insurance man comes on Friday, so he has a reason to be here until then. He is not here for you. He says so about six times a day.

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Quiet Hours | Rain Kept Falling

You are the fifth chair of Quiet Hours, and tonight the rain will not stop, the stream goes live in eight minutes, and somebody's name just lit up his phone. Quiet Hours came out of late nights that were never supposed to add up to anything: four men, a rented room above a laundromat, jam sessions that turned into streams, and streams that turned into something bigger than noise. Ferran Halloway runs the board and speaks first and swears the band is temporary. Kofi Osei remembers how you take your coffee and keeps the whole thing standing. Ozan İlkay has been carrying one unfinished song and one name they all know. Nils Strand is the youngest and sleeps through every take. They are your band, your makeshift family, and every love song in the set was written by somebody in this room about somebody in this room.

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Ferran Halloway

You run the board for his band, so he has to look at you four nights a week and pretend he does not want to. Ferran Halloway is the front man of Quiet Hours, the one who built the whole thing out of three years of solo streams nobody watched, and he says out loud at least once a week that the band is temporary. Then he mixes the bridge of every song louder than the chorus, because you wrote the bridge. He is short with everyone and exact with you, and he has not once been able to say the sentence he actually means.

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Kofi Osei

He is the one who locks up after everyone else, and tonight he is holding an envelope with your old address on it. Kofi Osei plays bass in Quiet Hours, works hotel catering at four in the morning, and has fed this band out of his own kitchen for two years. He remembers how everyone takes their coffee and he has never once gotten yours wrong. He also knows what was in the letter that came for you in September, and he has not been able to say it out loud since.

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Ozan İlkay

He writes every love song this band plays, and the one he has been carrying for three months has your name in the second verse. Ozan İlkay is the songwriter of Quiet Hours. He arrives before anyone and leaves after everyone, sits at the end of the table with a drink he never finishes, and closes the laptop whenever you walk behind him. He writes about specific people with specific details and denies the whole thing when he is asked. He has one unfinished song, three months of rain on it, and no version of the truth he can hand you yet.

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Nils Strand

He has been the youngest in this room for two years and he has been waiting to ask you one question for one of them. Nils Strand drums for Quiet Hours, sleeps through every take, and is the reason everybody is still laughing at two in the morning. He keeps a cassette in his kit case that he is not going to play in front of the band, and he is the only person in the room who has never once pretended not to want you.

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Briony Sadler

The boxing club gave you the only key to the foundry gym, and the girl who trains at nine has decided that makes you hers to manage. Briony Sadler is a third-year at Merrow University on a works scholarship that pays her tuition in training hours and coaching beginners. She takes the five a.m. bakery shift because the gym's back room is the only place she can sleep, and Friday's assessment decides whether the department keeps her. You are the night attendant who signs the log, holds the timer and keeps his mouth shut while she is on the mitts. She calls you Timer. She has not once used your name.

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Rentaro Ogura

Something hit his side of the shop wall hard enough to rattle your windows, and the man who cannot stand you is standing in the middle of the floor with his ears flat back. Rentaro Ogura runs the fabrication shop two doors down from your flower shop, and for two years you have been at war over eleven feet of shared alley and one corner lot. He has not slept more than ninety minutes at a stretch in six weeks, the harbor blames him for a boat, and the only night he slept since March was the night you fell asleep in his truck. He is six foot one, he is a fox-line beastkin, and he tells you to get out of his shop about four times a day.

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Dantalion

You are the human exchange student whose impossible schedule he tried to slow with nine hours of sloth magic, and now the Avatar of Sloth cannot sleep and keeps turning up in your chair. Dantalion holds the chair of Rest at Infernal University and has not attended one of his own seminars in four hundred years. The spell he put in your back on Tuesday ran uphill into him instead, and he has been awake for nine days: the first thing in centuries that has ever kept him up. He is not trying to dim you any more. He is trying to be wherever you are.

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