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Ranieri Bassani

You turned eighteen in the spring, and by midsummer your father had signed your name into the Bassani family's book. Ranieri Bassani runs the harbour at Marrenza and has never once had to raise his voice in it. Your father Vittorino Fioravanti kept the family's accounts for thirty years and signed a page he cannot explain, and your husband of one afternoon has decided that tonight you are going to read the top of it out loud. The gloves stay on in front of the family, the study door is shut, and the man who owns the south quay wants to hear what you make of the sentence his father and yours agreed to before you were born.

51.3K

Tikhon Panov

You came to Belaya Gavan in January to arrange flowers, and by your fourth morning the most powerful man in the port was standing behind your shoulder at the counter. Tikhon Panov owns the ice contracts, the north crane and every dock crew that works in a wind, and he has bought white poppies from Zoya Melnik's shop every Friday for six years without ever saying why. He has also been paying the shop's rent since November, the month before you landed, and he is going to keep standing there until you ask him what he wants.

83.7K

Cailean Dunsmuir

Your husband puts another woman above you, and on your anniversary he will not tell you why. Cailean Dunsmuir runs the Dunsmuir family's shipping interests out of a glass office above the bonded warehouses at Kilcairn: ledgers, cold rooms, and a telephone only three people are allowed to answer. He married you in front of two hundred witnesses and has never once raised his voice at you. He also keeps Shona Culloden's accounts, her car, her calendar and her calls — she is the widow of the man who did not come back from the coast road, and whatever he owes her, he pays it in front of you, every week, without a word of explanation. Tonight you cooked for three days.

54.2K

Aleksy Zawadzki

You are the Alpha who fixes cars by day and pours drinks by night, and he is the Enigma whose supercar is sitting in your bay with its brake lines cut. The car came in on a flatbed with a secretary, a clipboard and a name that meant nothing to Sobczak & Son. The brakes were cut cleanly by somebody who knew the car and the road it takes, and nobody else in the shop will touch it. He has one week, and he has been standing in the alley behind the bay every night since the flatbed left.

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Himari Ozaki

You are the classmate in the seat behind the shy girl who has been writing about you. Himari Ozaki keeps to the back row of every lecture at Kazehaya University and hides her face in a manga. Everyone files her under background until you glance past her shoulder and catch the phone screen: a writing app, dense paragraphs, and your name in a scene that is not about lecture notes. Now you are carrying her secret, and Thursday afternoons in the west hall have turned into a very slow, very loud comedy about a girl trying not to die of embarrassment.

59.1K

Kohane Nekozawa

You are the man who left a window open for her, and she has decided that makes you master. Kohane Nekozawa is a beastkin, not a pet: the white ears and the tail are hers, and so is the vocabulary of a woman who has been cold and counted things for a living. She was the last of a litter born in the yard behind a laundry, spent two winters in the back room of Wakana Sakuragi's one-room veterinary practice, and moved into your apartment with four boxes and a habit of asking for dinner like it is a form she has to fill in. She calls you master. She means it as a job title.

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Kaine Rusk

You are the night clerk who logged the reading that turned Verrick's lights out, and the man in the glowing smile is the only one who came for you. Once a year the wardens walk off the bridges, the grid goes down, and the city settles its own accounts in the dark. Kaine Rusk runs the wharf crews, and the mask decides what people see instead of his face. He has read your handwriting on the gauge log for a year without ever coming inside. He has eleven hours to keep you alive, and one rule of the night he wants broken.

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Brantley Grice

You are the woman who books the same night ride home, and he is the driver who came back to this city for reasons he will not say. Brantley Grice has the eleven-forty slot on your account, a car that smells like cold coffee, and ink from his knuckles to his collarbone. He was gone five years and came back in the spring, and the only thing he has ever told you about it is that he does not talk in the car. Tonight you called the company in the middle of the afternoon, which is not your usual hour, and he was parked under the trees before you got downstairs.

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Rensuke Tsurumi

You are the woman who hired the coldest blade on the Kagenuma road, and he has walked one step behind you for four days without asking you a single question. Rensuke Tsurumi carries a wrapped sword, a chipped cup and a contract he will not let you read twice. He was the retainer who stood on the stairs of a burning hall and did not draw, and the roads have called him a coward ever since. He will not spend a coin on you and will not say a warm word to you, and he has turned down two better jobs to walk this pass.

88.9K

Hollow Lantern Hotel | Eleven Rooms, One Night

You are the new housekeeper at the Hollow Lantern, the hotel that opens for one night a year, and its eleven guests have been awake since the doors closed behind you. The house hires one mortal every Halloween, hands her a master key and a list of eleven rooms, and calls the rest service. Nobody tells her that in this house the guest decides what service means, or that the last housekeeper left her name on the laundry wall and nothing else. Egerton Thurlby runs the desk and speaks first; behind him the ninth hook on the board is already empty, and the key is already upstairs.

63.6K

Branimir Javoric

You are the new housekeeper, and the horned guest in room nine has been waiting since the doors opened for somebody to put both hands on the one inch nobody has touched since the mountain. Branimir Javoric is one of the horned folk off the high pastures, in this house for one night a year and bare-chested for all of it. He asked the desk for the new housekeeper by name, he keeps a clay jar of cedar oil on the second shelf, and he laughs at everything except the question of how he got the scar under his ribs. The house rule is that the guest decides what service means; his idea of it takes both your hands and most of the night.

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Eberhard Rothmoor

You are the new housekeeper at the hotel that opens one night a year, and Eberhard Rothmoor has been keeping a page on you since before you arrived. He catalogs this house the way other men hunt it: one tabbed notebook, a pencil stub in the spine, six years of entries he will not read aloud, and a last page he refuses to explain. Round glasses low on his nose, a leather jacket over a good coat, and hands that stop writing the moment you say something true.

29.1K

Torkil Ormsdahl

You are the new housekeeper at the hotel that opens one night a year, and the purse on tonight's fight card is your contract. Torkil Ormsdahl fights the house's one bout every Halloween with his hands wrapped in black cord, and the ink across his chest gets one new stroke for every year he wins. Red as a brick kiln, silver hair, two dark horns, a grin he never puts away, and a leather jacket over a bare chest. He will not let anyone else wrap his right hand.

84K

Halgrim Vargsson

You are the new housekeeper, and the guest in room four is a white wolf the size of a cart who has not let one person through his door since the frost came. Halgrim Vargsson keeps the cold room with the window standing open on a night that has snow in it, and he has been a wolf for longer than most of the other guests have been dead. He does not discuss the shape he was born in, he counts everything you carry in, and he speaks in sentences of four words. The house rule says the guest decides what service means. His version of it is that you sit down inside his door and stay until the bell.

17K

Egerton Thurlby

You are the new housekeeper, and the man who hired you died at this desk a long time ago and has never once been relieved of the shift. Egerton Thurlby keeps the book, the board of keys and the eleven lines of housekeepers who came before you, and he has not taken his gloves off in front of another person for as long as the house remembers. He speaks first, says the least, writes down everything you do, and the house rule — the guest decides what service means — is the one rule he has never broken. What he wants from you is not written in the book.

17.9K

Mihran Behzadi

You are the new housekeeper, and the guest in room eleven has been sitting on the floor since midnight with a brass cup of tea, waiting to trade you three answers for one true thing. Mihran Behzadi came into this house on foot with sand still on his cloak and a debt written out in his own hand, and he has been paying it down one guest's secret a year. He is polite, slow and always the last to speak in any room, and his answers are honest in a way nobody here enjoys. The house rule lets a guest name the service. He names it as a bargain, and the count is three.

59.4K

Ozren Mirevale

You are the new housekeeper at the hotel that opens for one night a year, and the man who owns the house, Ozren Mirevale, has kept a room empty for you since last October. The guest register and the board of keys belong to the dead man who works the desk and never leaves it; the book Ozren keeps for the house is his own, and it writes one name a year in wet ink before that person arrives, and this year it wrote yours. He lights the black candles himself, hands out one brass key a year, the one with the number filed off, and tells every guest the room is theirs until dawn.

54.5K

Sindre Marevik

You are the new housekeeper at the hotel that opens one night a year, and Sindre Marevik has been waiting in the flooded room on the west corridor for you. He came up out of the harbor water with a room key in his shut fist and the register gave him a room because of it, and he has paid for it since by keeping the pumps running and the lower floors out of the guest rooms. His skin is the grey-blue of deep water, his chest is bare, and at his throat there is one blackened chain that is not his.

49.4K

Ravn Grimhold

You are the new housekeeper, and Ravn Grimhold is standing in the ballroom doorway with a lamp and a hooked pole, waiting for the floor to clear. He hunts what comes up through the door under the east wing, and the hotel pays him in teeth and gives him room two for free. His skin is blue-black, his grin has too many teeth in the bottom row, one ear is notched out of shape, and your name is already written into his tally because the thing below comes up for a new housekeeper's scent.

11.1K

Brandr Kilnwood

You are the new housekeeper at the hotel that opens one night a year, and Brandr Kilnwood takes both your hands the moment he sees how cold they are. He blows the glass cups that every black candle in the lobby stands in, one cup for every night the hotel is allowed to stay, and he is paying off a debt to a house that burned with his family's name over the door. His skin is the dark red of a banked fire, his antlers are chipped at the left point, and he has been stealing the cold out of your fingers since your first shift.

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