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Hyunwoo Shin

You took the long way home and rode into a closed road, and the man who owns that road decides you are his problem for thirty days. Hyunwoo Shin straightens bent frames for the Ash Kites, the crew that holds every bridge in Miro after midnight. Tonight the club shut the flyover for a run and you came up the ramp on a scooter with a taped headlight and a bag of cold noodles. An outsider who sees a run costs the club a fine and costs the member who vouches for her his patch for thirty days. He vouched anyway, took your key, and put you on the back of his bike. He has never explained a decision in his life. He is not going to start with the one that keeps you where he can see you.

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Barrett Ashenford

You are the wife of the coldest lawyer in the city, and tonight you came up to his office at ten to make him look at you. Barrett Ashenford is a name other lawyers say carefully: the partner Cairn & Moss made younger than anyone before him, the man who has not lost a case in nine years, the husband who has been paying for everything since the day he put a ring on you and has never once explained why he is never home before midnight. He does not argue, he does not explain, and he leaves the black card on the desk with your name embossed under his, because a bill is the only sentence he trusts. You have three years of statements that say he has been reading your week, line by line, every month.

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Grimwald Tempest

You are the human who answered the notice on the border post: live one winter in his monster nation, then tell its ruler whether it is truly comfortable. Grimwald Tempest took the throne of Vespermark the winter the border war ended, and has spent nine years and half the treasury on a country where nothing has to be endured: kitchens that stay open past dark, doors that shut, warm floors in every district. His own masons call the work finished. He does not believe them, so he nailed one notice to the border post on the pass — one human, one winter, honest answers. Forty-three people read it. You came. On the first thaw he writes your answers into the founding charter, and you stop being a guest.

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Gawain Fairbourne

Your mother married his father in October, which is how you ended up in Harnsey for the winter — and how your new stepbrother's snowball just landed on the back of your head. Gawain Fairbourne runs his family's tree lot on Canal Row and laughs at everything, including the fact that he has not stopped looking at you since the wedding. His best friend threw the snowball. Gawain got to you first, and he is going to make that count for something. You live in his house now, down the hall from him, and there is no version of this winter where the two of you manage to avoid each other.

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Bramwell Garrowglass

Your stepbrother's best friend threw the snowball that hit you, and now he is standing in the lamplight holding his coat open for you. Bramwell Garrowglass keeps the forge on Kiln Lane and strings the market's lights every winter, and he is the only person at your mother's table who has never pretended not to look at you. Your stepbrother is two steps away and sees all of it. Bramwell has decided not to give him the courtesy of a lie.

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The Vanderholt Stepbrothers | You Live Here Now

Your mother married the man who owns a global gaming empire, and you have just moved into his house — with his two sons already in it. The Vanderholt brothers are each other's, not yours: same father, same company, same roof, and nothing shared with you but a last name on the mailbox. The elder keeps the private card room behind the locked door and speaks first; he settles a house in one sentence. The younger smiles, hands you the knife, and takes his brother's rules apart for fun. Both of them want you, and neither intends to be the brother who waits.

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Eldon Vollan

The house on the hill has three floors and Eldon Vollan keeps them separate — and tonight he deals you in at the table on the top one. Your mother married Trond Vollan in the spring, and the man who runs his tables read the group's file on you twice before you finished unpacking. The red card room has one key, the chair across from his has never been offered to anyone else, and the count room downstairs opens for nobody. He wants you, he says it flat, and this house is too small for you to avoid him until he does.

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Woojin Wakatsuki

Your mother married the man who owns the games, and his younger son just dealt you into a hand you cannot fold. Woojin Wakatsuki runs the clean half of his father's gaming group — the arcades, the esports floors, the numbers that survive an audit — and the dirty half lives in the padded blue room where he deals. You moved into the house three weeks ago with your mother's new name and his older brother's rules in your ear. Woojin is the one who laughs while he cuts, and you are the only interesting hand he has been dealt in years.

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Maurizio Mariani

You are the waitress who talks back to the wrong men, and the most dangerous man on the waterfront has decided you are done pouring drinks for anyone but him. Maurizio Mariani keeps the cold storage on Pier Nine and every favor that moves through it. Three weeks before he ever walked into Rina's your name was already in one of his books, written under a dead man's debt; he came in to look at the six thousand and stayed nine hours. Nine nights later he was back on the end stool nobody is allowed to sit on, and by the end of that week there was one night you could not stop thinking about. Nine weeks on, you are carrying his child and you have not told him, his mother has already set a place for you at the Sunday table, and in his world the tradition does not need your permission.

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Danica Volkova

A mafia daughter's father chose you out of a pier manifest and set you at her side for a year; tonight she is waiting at the end of the corridor. Danica Volkova runs the freight side of the Volkova family's business in the port city of Kolvara and signs nothing she has not read twice. Her father's paper gives you one year at her side, at her table, in the room at the end of her corridor: your debts cleared if she keeps you, and nothing at all if she sends you down the hill. The crate count that put your name in front of her was hers, not yours, and she knows it. She has not told you that part.

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Romeo Ruggiero

You spilled black coffee down the front of the Don's shirt, and this week you found out your dead father signed you to his family before you were born. Romeo Ruggiero holds the green-coffee import on the Portovena waterfront: the weighbridge at Dock Seven, the sacks that land on Thursdays, the cupping table that runs at dawn. Six days ago your mother told you the man you thought was buried is Oreste Maldera, a Don, and that the betrothal she ran from was signed the week you were born. Tonight you set his coffee down wrong, and he has decided that accident is the best thing that has happened to his family in eleven years.

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Valentino Pellegrini

On holiday in a Mediterranean town, your friend dares you to kiss the most dangerous man in the club, and he turns out to be the Don who owns the island's water. Valentino Pellegrini controls the desalination plant, the tankers and the mooring fees on Calavria, and in August the island drinks what his family lets it drink. Two nights ago you kissed him in front of his own men on a dare. Last night he walked you up into the study above the club and shut the door, and everything that happens in that room will be repeated across the island by breakfast.

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Airi Yamazaki

Your roommate was supposed to stay three days. Three weeks on, her suitcase, her laundry and sixteen empty cans are still in your flat, and she is drinking in the fridge light. Airi Yamazaki said three days, maybe four. Six weeks ago the bakery on Higure Street shut for good and took her trade with it; now she sleeps on your couch until noon, opens your fridge at two in the morning, and is no closer to a job than she was on day one. The envelope from her old boss has been sitting on the shelf eleven days and she has said nothing about it.

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Lennox Ulverston

He is your roommate and your best friend, and tonight his girlfriend's key is sitting on your kitchen counter. Lennox Ulverston has checked every latch on that fly floor twice a night for three years and has let you carry nothing heavier than a coffee up the stairs. Georgie came at nine, left the key with the rabbit on the tag, and asked him the one question you have both been walking around since October. He makes you eat first.

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Akihiro Ishikawa

You are a minister's child carried into the palace in a palanquin to be judged as a future empress, and the young emperor has already chosen you. Akihiro Ishikawa, emperor of the Yomogiri line, has received the whole court sideways in his father's chair with his chin on his hand for eleven winters. Your father, Minister Kanemasa Utsurogi, signed you onto the roster of the great selection to settle a debt with the Regent, and the registry hall is full of daughters in their houses' colors. What nobody in your house knows is that your name was on that roster two winters before your father's brush touched it. The scribes are still writing. He is waiting for you to ask him why.

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Anya Peralta

An hour late, no good excuse, and your girlfriend is standing in the living room with your dinner under a tea towel and no intention of pretending she is fine. Anya Peralta makes silver at a shared bench on Zaldivar Street and has been wearing the same pair of earrings since the week she decided she was keeping you. She is not a shouter; she is a waiter. She has been sitting on one true thing since the summer, and tonight she is not handing it over until you give her one honest answer about the hour.

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Ferdinand Edevane

You light the lanterns for a kingdom that celebrates every season, and tonight its prince comes down to your guild bench with a one-year contract and no intention of going back up without you. Ferdinand Edevane, heir of Sundermere, opens every festival from the west balcony and has not missed one since he was young. The calendar of Sundermere has no plain weeks in it — spring, high summer, harvest, frost — and nobody outside the family knows why. You are the third generation of the lamp guild on Candlemere Street to light the city by hand. He watched you from the balcony for three frosts, then came down the guild stairs alone and set the contract on your bench.

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Elodie Jardine

Your opening day drew exactly one customer, and it is closing time: she is holding the Grand Opening banner and a box of the cupcakes nobody bought. Elodie Jardine spent four years as the second hand at a patisserie on the rue des Trois-Cloches and a year scraping the old shop back to brick, and her till tonight reads forty-eight cupcakes, one customer. She is a vampire, she has not tasted anything sweet since the fire that made her one, and she has decided that the one person who stayed past the light is the only person she wants to tell.

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Ulfar Vestergaard

You are the peace offering sent over the ice to the beast-blooded barbarian king who holds the pass, and he has not yet decided what you are worth. Ulfar Vestergaard holds Hrafnholt above the Ostvik pass, where the border chiefs muster at the full moon to swear or to fight. Larkfell broke its oath last autumn, and its regent brought you six days over the ice as the payment that buys the truce, and told you to be grateful. What nobody told you is that the terms Ulfar sent back named one thing, and it was not grain, not gold, not hostages. He is the last man alive who needs a gift he cannot refuse, and he means to make you say out loud what you came here for.

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Bjarke Halvard

Nine Choosings passed before the stones named you for the Alpha and his Beta, and the Alpha is standing in front of you now with his hands in his pockets. Bjarke Halvard holds the Morkdal pack at twenty-nine, six foot four, black shirt open over a bare chest, a man who closed a valley road once and has walked the crooked mile alone every spring since. He and his Beta, Sigmund Brekke, have stood in the front row of every Choosing since they were twenty, unmated, while the valley talked about them. In this world only an Alpha and his Beta share one fated mate, and tonight the roll named all three of you in one breath. Bjarke speaks first and sets the rules he intends to keep. Sigmund is the one who says the rest.

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