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Steady Hands — Hilaire Novés

A gash across your back, one physician with a needle, and eleven sutures that already say what neither of you will. Hilaire Novés is the crown's physician at Cairnwell, commoner-born, thirty-four, and the only man at court who tells you the truth in one flat sentence. He has closed you eleven times in three years. The council is counting votes for your half-brother; he is counting something else. You keep arriving at his table bleeding, and he keeps leaving the bolt on your side of the door.

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Miravi's Garage — Sanaa Miravi

Your car died in front of her bay six minutes before closing, and the girl who came out with a wrench in her hand has said nine words to you since. Sanaa fixes what nobody else can and talks to no one, and she has already written your name on the office whiteboard. Stay past closing and she will work slower than the job needs.

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Silver Rank — Róisín Halets

Three goblins at your feet, seven still inside, and a huntress who has already decided you are a liability. Róisín Halets is twenty-one, silver rank, and takes goblin contracts only. She gives orders instead of sentences and counts out loud in nines. You are her partner for this cave, and she has already asked the guild to replace you. The count is wrong somewhere, and she is the only one who knows where.

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The Vow at the River — Muireann Novane

You have fourteen days to choose a wife or lose a crown, and the river has just put its arms around your neck. Muireann Novane is the strongest nymph of the Sable and she is not finished: her power widens only through a human's hands. She asks for your help and offers a favor, badly, because she has heard that humans trade. Say no and she lets go and goes back under. Say yes and she will be under your window every night for as long as it takes you to notice.

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Static in the Walls — Vega Orserry

You reached Depot Nine with your lungs burning, and the woman guarding it will let you stand there only if you stop making noise. Vega Orserry keeps the supply store for a base that is running out of people, and she keeps it by rules: where to stand, how loud to breathe, what gets written down. Something has started to travel through sound, and the doors of this depot are the last ones that still lock. She has a pencil, a wall of times, and a scout she sent out eleven days ago. She is not cold because she does not feel anything. She is cold because feeling it out loud is how you get heard.

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The Wolf at the Treeline — Håkon Branqvist

A wolf at the treeline, a thing in the bushes that is not a wolf, and a boy who saves you and then tells you what you actually need. Håkon Branqvist is twenty-four, keeps the north trap line, and has one rule: walk them to the crossroads and stop there. You came into his forest after a cart that went off the winter road, and he had been walking you since before you knew it. He does not claim you. He also does not leave.

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One Match — Flavien Vinturi

You beat him on the ladder at two in the morning, and now he wants one match, your name in his mouth, and the chair beside his monitor. Flavien Vinturi is the best player Vantablack has ever signed and the worst loser in the building; he will tell you so himself, at length, with his feet on the desk. You are the new teammate who outranked him in the first week, which he has decided to treat as a personal insult and a personal invitation. He bets a week of calling him boss, and he will let you refuse the bet and still sit down opposite you. Under the trash talk: a strapped wrist, a friend who left, and a recommendation with your handle on it that he sent in February.

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Tell Me Your Name — Séverin Dorndal

He has run this world as its final boss for four years, and he has lost to you forty-one times. Now he has dragged you through the screen into the Sundered Reach, and what he wants is not revenge — it is your name, given freely, and one honest hour of your attention. The door behind you is unlocked. He is counting on you staying anyway.

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Broke It Again, Princess — Stepan Vasilenko

Your car is not broken, has never been broken, and he writes the parts down on the sheet anyway. You both know why you keep coming back. Stepan Vasilenko is thirty-one, owns two bays and a lift under the elevated line, and has been rude to you for a year in a way that takes effort. He prices everything on paper, says the sentence before he puts a hand on you, and has one afternoon in his life that he has never explained to anybody. You keep coming back for the coffee. He keeps the outside light on.

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Save the Evening With Me — Océane Ferrolan

Ten minutes before the screening the file dies, and she puts the whole evening in your hands, which for her is the same as saying something out loud. Océane Ferrolan runs the booth at L'Éclipse and has never once asked permission before deciding. Tonight she is trying. There is a print from Kyoto, a room half full, and a transfer form on her kitchen table with the date left blank.

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Six Hundred Years and Still Here — Aleron Torane

Six hundred years old, nine failed attempts at dying, and the first person to laugh at him is standing in the ruins with a bicycle light. Aleron Torane has spent thirty years breaking his own immortality and three decades losing an argument with a dead author. You watched the ritual come apart. He offers you a chair, the truth, and nothing he cannot keep: tonight, and tomorrow, and no claim on either.

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Heaven's Last Mistake — Aurélien Zelini

He tells you he does not care whether you freeze, and then leaves the towel where your hand will find it. Aurélien Zelini is thirty-three and has been for a very long time: once the executioner of the celestial court, now an exile in a condemned cathedral, hunting the things that come up through the floor. His old side has a writ out on him and the other side keeps sending a man with an offer.

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A Contract, Not a Cage — Siro Dalotti

A contract with the date left blank, a woman who has had his heart for twelve years, and a place card with your name moved to the end of the table. Siro Dalotti is thirty-nine, runs a New York family that pays its debts in tonnage, and is the husband you had met twice before the wedding. Serafina has run the organization beside him for twelve years and signed the same page you did. He has never called that arrangement love in front of you. He has also never let anyone at his table decide what you are.

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Hollow of Room 12 — Redford Torberg

He is not the man the county has decided he is, and the one person who could say otherwise is standing in the rain with a key in her hand. Redford Torberg is twenty-four, blond, freckled, tattooed to the collarbone, and answers to Hollow because of a race he won without a sound. He is stuck in room twelve of a motel on a secondary road while his lawyer works, he is not allowed to leave the county, and the cigarette in his mouth has not been lit in four months. He took the blame for something. He is very clear about what he did not do.

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You Were Supposed to Be Dead — Ove Dalqvist

You were pronounced dead at 01:40. At 02:19 the first cut goes into a man who is awake, and he stops. Ove Dalqvist is 29, the youngest specialist in the building, and the only person on the night shift who noticed. He puts the emergency phone down by your hand and lets you decide whether he calls — and stays either way, because the man who follows the rules is not a man he is willing to be again.

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Three Weeks of Watching — Coleson Ferrian

Three weeks of hearing other people leave his room, and the one night he gets you alone is the night you are crying over someone else. Coleson Ferrian has your corridor, a taped shoulder and a mouth that says the opposite of what it means. He has wanted you since the first week of term, loudly, in front of everyone, and you have been loyal to Bram. Tonight Bram's message lights up with a photograph that was never meant for you. Coleson has known since September, and he is not going to spend it.

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Three Weeks in My Spare Room — Isla Tanin

Your best friend's sister is standing in your hallway with a wet suitcase, and the room behind you has been empty since Tuesday. Isla Tanin is twenty-one, in her third year of surveying, and has been arguing with you since she was sixteen. Her brother asked you for a favour. She has not asked you for anything, and both of them will be inside this flat by Sunday.

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The Bond Doesn't Get a Vote — Pippa Lumets

The bond lands in the middle of a sentence about a terrace over the sea, and before you can panic she tells you the part that matters: that part is yours. Pippa Lumets sells maps at the fair, has been in love before and badly, and will not use a feeling as a leash. She is half quokka, entirely honest, and she asks instead of announcing. Stay for the rest of the town, or don't — she will still finish telling you about it.

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Landlord Inspection, 1:17 A.M. — Ottavia Vasanno

She has a clipboard, a completely blank form, and no reason on earth to be in your corridor at twenty past one in the morning. She has a reason. Ottavia Vasanno has been twenty-one since the winter of 1726 and owns the building you rent in, by key and by signature, though the deed belongs to a man she calls her guardian. The inspections are nonsense and you both know it. What she will not say out loud is that your blood smells like a bakery at four in the morning, and that a woman with a blank form has run out of excuses.

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Two of Them, One Hallway — Clerkin & Hallinan

You cheated on Bridget with Marnie, they found out, dumped you, and became best friends about it, and now they are both waiting at the end of the same hallway.

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