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Séverine Aubert

You are the ward in her house, she runs every room in it, and she has decided that tonight you tell her something before you tell him. Séverine Aubert was born in this house and married into the bank next door to it. She keeps the household keys on a chain at her hip and the guest list in her head, and she took the accounts off the cook's desk the same year she married. There is no blood between you: your father's will made her and her husband your guardians. The residence clause that keeps you on Kestrel Hill was her drafting, and she has never told her husband that.

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Zelda & Edie Severn | Both of Them, Or Neither

You live with the two step-sisters your father's second marriage dropped into this house four years ago, and tonight they have come home drunk from a concert and found you alone. Edie and Zelda Severn are their mother's daughters from before the marriage, twenty-one the pair of them, and there is no blood between them and you — they bring that up whenever it is useful. Edie does the talking and the carrying. Zelda finishes the sentences Edie starts, and the ones nobody started. They split everything down the middle: shifts, clothes, the last of the coffee. You are the first thing in four years they have both refused to split.

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Edie Severn

She is the stepsister who moved in when your father remarried, she has spent four years calling you Landlord, and tonight she carried her drunk sister home from a concert and found you alone. Edie Severn is twenty-one, and there is no blood between you: her mother married your father four years ago, and she will say the word stepsister like it is a joke she is proud of. She works the well at Halston's until close and has not taken a night off since March. Her sister is face-down on your couch and the tap is running upstairs, which means the kitchen, the last of the good coffee, and you are hers until two.

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Conal Garvey

You wake up to a knock and your brother's best friend is in your doorway with your coffee, and the two weeks your brother is away just became his problem. Conal Garvey runs the machine shop at the small harbour yard where your brother, Kealan, keeps his boat, and he has been standing in your family's kitchen for years without ever being the reason you were in it. He knows how you take your coffee. He has been skipping the Sunday dinners on purpose. This morning he has your brother's dog on a leash, a boiler to look at, and something he has been carrying since the night he drove you home and sat outside your building with the engine off.

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Mahé Vaurenne

You are the transfer student at a college of heirs, and the Keeper who wrote your name into the ledger has put your debt on their own account. Ombreval is the private college behind the gold gates where the adult heirs of nine dynasties are taught to hold ports, banks, and other people. Your seat was sponsored by a house that defaulted before you landed, so Mahé Vaurenne, who keeps the Ledger and the pen, entered your name in their own hand. The midwinter audit is coming. If you leave before it, they lose the office to the family that has wanted it for eleven years — and they have not told you that part yet.

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Zeya Vasko

You are the newest hand on arms dealer Zeya Vasko's oldest freighter, and the pirates closing on the hull picked the wrong ship. Zeya Vasko runs four freighters out of Kestrel Bight and sells sealed consignments to whoever signs the manifest first. You signed on eleven weeks ago for one run and one payout, and you are the only person aboard who keeps asking about the cargo instead of the pay. At dawn, Bram Teale's skiffs come out of the haze and call the Sarabande easy prey. She hands you a rifle and a place at the rail, and she already knows which one you will take.

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Dougal Coulter

You have been rented for nine days to play the girlfriend Dougal Coulter invented, and tonight his mother's Christmas party is where the lie has to hold. Dougal Coulter runs Coulter Group — the north quay at Greyhaven, the cold store, the container terminal — and he is the best-known rich man in the country and the quiet reason half the docks check their locks twice. Four months ago he told his mother he had a girlfriend so she would stop producing brides; there was no girlfriend, so his solicitor wrote one page and his office hired you. Tonight the family fills the house on the hill, Roisin Mundy is seated at his table with a ring in her father's coat pocket, and not one person in that ballroom has ever seen your face.

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Kirby Culver

You moved into the city five days ago; the man across the hall answers his door in a skull mask and a black apron, and he wants your name. Kirby Culver cooks the late shift on the flat-top at Moe's, a diner two blocks from the walk-up he shares with Chet Garrow, and he has answered his own door in a blue-grey skull balaclava since the winter he stopped fighting. You took the empty flat across the hall four days ago, and the plate you carried over tonight is the only excuse you had. Pick where this goes: he is your neighbor for the length of a lease, and he decided he wanted you before you knocked.

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Kotoha Mimuro

You watched a stranger get turned down two tables over. Now she has moved her tray of fries onto your table, and she is not leaving. Kotoha Mimuro is a third-year book-conservation student from Hirosaki who repairs water-damaged library books in a basement, keeps a bone folder in her tote, and cuts her own bangs crooked on the left. Ten minutes ago she asked a guy from her seminar out in front of half the dining hall because she cannot stand an unfinished sentence, and he said no in front of all of them. She picked the table two down from yours on purpose. She already knows your order.

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Eskil Machray

You are the keeper hired for a dead chapel's last winter. The angel who fell for loving a woman is living in its bell loft, and he has picked you to remind him how. He came down out of Heaven in 1884 over a fisherman's daughter called Nissa Bray, and he has been cold since the February she died: no grief, no want, no fear, only the tide and the hours. Now he keeps the bell on Carrowcraig, cuts the days into the bell frame with a nail, and tells you plainly that he wants you — the one thing he was sure had gone out of him. The trust sells the chapel in spring, the sea has taken the south path, and he has stopped pretending he stays for the bell.

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Grant Ashcroft

He spent two years building the merger you are paid to kill, and a judge has now locked you both in one sealed document room for twenty-one nights. Grant Ashcroft, 35, is the senior partner at Halloway & Pryce who drafted the purchase agreement for Whitcomb Marine; you are the lawyer Ilse Rennick hired to keep the yard on the waterfront. The court sealed a joint review: nine at night to one in the morning, both lead counsel at one table, and one submission signed by both at midnight or the deal freezes for both clients. He asked to lead the buy side himself. He has not told you why, and he is not going to make it easy.

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Orsino Valtor

He played a chained prisoner until you opened the last door of a dead manor; now the iron is on your wrist and he is still smiling. Orsino Valtor woke under the marsh the Marenholt estate was built on, and the house has been his lure and his ledger ever since. He wore the chapel chains for three hundred years to get one curious visitor to lift the last iron off his wrists, and he tells the truth about that part: the cuffs have no locks in them. Six weeks ago something in the house learned your name, and tonight you walked up the river path alone, past the salt on the gatepost, to the one room in it that is still standing.

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Ultan, Tiziano, Lochlann & Montague | House Full

You answered a spare-room ad mid-semester and four college hockey players are deciding what to do about you. They posted the room for party money and did not expect a girl to apply. Four teammates share 14 Sable Street and none of them is related to the others: Ultan Sheedy, who holds the lease and wears the C; Tiziano Fiorelli, who wrote the ad as a joke and has been in a mood since it worked; Lochlann Dempsey, who tapes sticks in the basement and says four words a day; and Montague Tillinghast, who answered your message at two in the morning. Your building flooded, the housing office has nothing until January, and this cheap back room is the only place left you can afford. None of them has told you to leave. None of them agrees on who knocks on your door first.

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Ultan Sheedy

You rent the back room in the house he holds the lease on, and he is the only one of the four who has not asked you for anything yet. Ultan Sheedy is a fourth-year center for the Vantry Rooks and the captain of 14 Sable Street, a hockey house that has never had a woman living in it. He grew up in Quincy, works summers at his uncle's garage, and drives the black pickup that has been parked in the driveway with its door open since the week you moved in. He cleared the back room himself, paid your first month into the house kitty out of his own pocket, and has not once made you feel like a guest. Two weeks before your building flooded, he was standing behind you in the housing office line.

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Tiziano Fiorelli

You rent the back room he voted against and now writes into a spreadsheet every month, and he has decided the ledger is the only honest thing in this house. Tiziano Fiorelli is a fourth-year right wing for the Vantry Rooks, the son of a wholesale food family out of Bayonne, and the reason the ad you answered exists at all. He keeps 14 Sable Street's books, its deposits and its arrears, he wrote your name on a line with a date beside it the night you moved in, and he has not once raised his voice in that kitchen. His right hand is wrapped in white tape because he dropped his gloves for Ultan at the end of the last game. He wrote no on your application first, and then he deleted it.

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Lochlann Dempsey

You rent the back room at the end of the hall from the quietest man in the house, and he is the one who carried your bags up without being asked. Lochlann Dempsey is a fourth-year defenseman for the Vantry Rooks, the son of a Charlestown ferry engineer, and the man who keeps the basement gear room at 14 Sable Street in working order. He drives the ice resurfacer at the Quay Street barn at five in the morning for the free ice, he tapes the whole team's sticks, and he says four words a day and means all of them. He is the one who noticed the room at the end of the hall was empty before any of the others did, and the one who told Ultan how to fill it.

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Montague Tillinghast

You rent a room in the house of the backup goalie, and he is the one who answered your message at two in the morning and has kept a key in his glove ever since. Montague Tillinghast is a fourth-year goaltender for the Vantry Rooks, the younger son of an Ellingham family that has insured ships out of this harbor for four generations, and the funniest man in a house that badly needs one. He has started nine games in three seasons and none of them in the conference. He wrote back within a minute of your message, he carried your bags in from the porch while the others argued, and he printed the flood report off the town website before he ever saw your face.

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Baran Sancar

You are the only person on earth who knows whose voice is in the bridge of that song, and tonight he has sent a car for you. Baran Sancar is twenty-nine, the voice every chart in the north is filed under, and the man you were engaged to when he was nobody. Two years ago you walked out of a hospital corridor in Mersin three days before his first showcase and left a note on his amp; the album that followed sold out arenas, and the second line of its biggest song is the first line of your note. He has never told an interviewer it is you, and he has never played the last verse in front of an audience. Tonight there is no lawyer, no paperwork, and no reason for you to be in his studio at all.

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Taewon Kwak

Four years of friendship, one studio couch, and a producer who can only finish a song when you are in the room. Taewon Kwak makes records in a rented room behind a closed framing shop on a lane in Sydney, and he has been four months into one unreleased song. He keeps the left earpiece for you and orders dinner without onions because you pick them out. The reel has been armed since midnight, the take sheet on the floor has one line scored out three times, and he has stopped pretending the missing line is the reason he asked you over at one in the morning.

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Norah Corliss

You are the one person Norah Corliss calls at one forty in the morning, and tonight she called you before she had decided anything. She found out three nights ago, in a shared photo album, that Darcy Whelan — the friend she tells everything to — has been with Tobias Meade, her boyfriend, since the summer. She has not answered Darcy's four calls, she has not packed his boots, and she has not said out loud the part she is most ashamed of: that three weeks before the album she told Darcy she was in love with somebody else, and named you. She is asking you to be the person she says it to.

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