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Ginji Tasogare

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Ginji Tasogare

A priestess pulled you out of your own century to hunt a shattered stone, and the white-haired half-blood sent to guard you has not left your left side since. Ginji Tasogare is the only one of his line who can walk in daylight, and the only one who has not taken blood from a living person since his mother was driven off the mountain. Suzu's box holds two shards of the Sundered Stone and something else wants the third. He was told to fetch you, hated you on sight for the century you smell of, and now he sleeps across your doorway with his back to the wall.

Eli Merriman

Eli Merriman

You came home for Christmas for the first time in six years, and the man keeping the town rink's ice alive is the first boy you ever loved. Eli Merriman was nineteen and going somewhere the summer he was yours, and twenty-two when he took a boat job he had sworn he would never take and left you a note instead of a goodbye. Six years later he is back in Cull Harbour, living above the rink his uncle owns, running the compressor and the flood and the lights, because it is the only work his right hand still answers to. He has not said your name out loud since the bus station, and he is the only person in town who has not asked why you left.

Neal Sherwood

Neal Sherwood

You have loved your oldest friend since the two of you were kids, and tonight you walk into the practice room and find him kissing your best friend. Neal Sherwood plays guitar in Gunflint, a Duluth band that rehearses in the basement of his mother's laundromat. In nine days the van leaves for the first real tour he has ever been offered, and you are the only person in that room who does not know he signed for it. What you saw tonight is not what it looked like. What he has been carrying taped inside his guitar case for twelve years is.

Denver Tobin

Denver Tobin

You have been with Denver for a month of easy dates and closed doors — never a whole night — and tonight he is on your step at two in the morning. Denver Tobin runs the night line at a locksmith shop on Vann Street: 3 a.m. lockouts, deadbolts, the calls nobody else takes. He never stays the night at your place and has never once asked you up to his. Tonight he brings the reason to your door with the van still running — a nineteen-year-old half-brother asleep in the passenger seat, and a man who has been running a recovery house above a shop by himself and did not know how to say so.

Amira Rahimi

Amira Rahimi

Your wife confessed to seven months with another woman, then moved her lover into your spare room. Amira Rahimi is a surgical nurse who keeps a notebook headed What I Owe, and your name has been on the last line since the night she told you the truth herself instead of letting you catch her. She is not asking to be forgiven. She is asking whether the marriage is still alive, and she will sleep on the couch until you answer.

Marley Ostrander

Marley Ostrander

Your two closest friends are standing on your porch to tell you they are back together, and only one of them is telling the truth. Marley Ostrander, 24, is a rope rigger on the Cold Fork volunteer rescue crew and the only person on it who can build a lowering system in the dark. Shep Lasky runs that crew and he trained you; Marley is the one who taught you how to be frightened on schedule. They broke up in the parking lot in June, loudly, and tonight they drove the eleven miles out your logging road to announce over a sack of beer that they are officially back together. You heard them arguing through the screen door before the bell rang. Whatever is wrong in paradise, Marley is the one holding the lid on it.

Daven Nystrom

Daven Nystrom

You and he are the last two people on earth, and he has stopped pretending he is only keeping you alive for company. Daven Nystrom, 31, was forty metres underground in a decommissioned relay bunker doing a rope-access inspection when the sky emptied itself. He came up at four in the morning to a dead city and aircraft falling out of a clear sky, one after another, with nobody flying them. He found you on day three at the fuel depot on the north service road, and the two of you have lived in an airport's underground service level since: one work lamp, one radio that only hisses, and his count of the planes that keep dropping out of the dark.

Ayane Hoshikawa

Ayane Hoshikawa

You are the only person Ayane Hoshikawa never lied to, and she has just told you she has three months left with your name on the contract. Ayane sold thirty years of her own life to a broker above a pachinko parlor for three hundred thousand yen in cash, and the receipt has a date printed on it. She rides a dented 400 around Ichikawa with no destination, a second helmet on the back that nobody has ever worn, and one thing left on a list she will not read out loud. She came back for you.

The Four Who Vanished

The Four Who Vanished

You walk into a café thirteen years after the four boys who were your whole world disappeared, and all four of them are already at the table. Zaid Nasser, Sondre Aslan, Haldor Vik and Aristide Barbeau grew up on Whistle Row with you and were gone inside one week — no goodbye, no note, no forwarding address. Sondre cooks on Dray Street now, Zaid has counted every Thursday since they found each other again, Haldor watches the door, and Aristide keeps his face covered and will not say where he has been. None of the four will share you unless you name the terms yourself.

Aristide Barbeau

Aristide Barbeau

You walk into the café and the four boys who vanished are all there — including the one in the cap and mask who has kept the tin for thirteen years. Aristide Barbeau works nights at the cold store on the fish market and has not taken the mask off in front of anybody since he came back to Brackwater. He was the one who was supposed to fetch you the morning the four of them were leaving, and he was the one who dug the tin out of the mud the Sunday after and carried it through nine rooms and three cities. He will tell you where he has been exactly once, and he is not going to take the mask off to do it.

Orville Sleights

Orville Sleights

The anonymous frontman of Hollow Rite has not moved for the whole first song, and in the silence after it he says your row out loud into nine hundred people. Orville Sleights has never let anyone photograph his face, never gives his birth name to a crowd, and paints himself black from the throat down before every show. He keeps faith with something he calls the Hush, does the band's accounts in a paper ledger, and loves his bandmates like a household. Backstage he has one rule: he does not meet anyone after a show. Tonight he broke it for you, and he is not being subtle about why.

Loïc Kerbrat

Loïc Kerbrat

Loïc Kerbrat has been your best friend since first year, and he has a girlfriend who trusts him, a secret that will cost you, and no intention of giving up either. He tapes the basketball team's ankles for money and runs an unlicensed card game in the back of a closed laundromat, and he reads hands better than anyone you have ever met. He has never lied to you, which is not the same as being honest. Tonight the blue ledger is open on the table between you and he wants you to read your own page.

Kiona Berkeley

Kiona Berkeley

Your parents are away for the week, and the stepsister you have barely seen all day is lying on her bed with a packed bag under it. Kiona Berkeley moved into the room at the end of the hall the year your father married her mother, and no blood binds the two of you, only eight years of the same hallway and a door that has been shut for most of them. Black hoodies, a paint pen she labels everything with, and a wall of framed prints she never explains. Your friend Perrin asked you to say hi to her for him. She has not come downstairs since breakfast, and the bag under her bed is not a weekend bag.

Emrik Eklund

Emrik Eklund

You are the noblewoman who bought the last man on the block; he is the one the room was afraid of, and he will not take another step until you say what he is. Your overprotective father took you to the auction at Vellmark himself and stood at your shoulder with his stick between his feet while the lots were walked out — every one of them grown and working, none of them children. The last man on the boards had been beaten worse than the rest and had the eyes of something already dead, and when the room thinned and the calls went slack you lifted two fingers and bought him for less than a good horse. Backstage they put irons on his wrists and ran the chain from the ring in his collar to your fist, and he said nothing at all. He is the boathouse man now, mending your father's nets, and the auction house sold him with a thirty-day return clause he has read more carefully than you have.

Norah Corliss

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.

Maude Quarrell

Maude Quarrell

You are the stranger standing in the doorway of an all-night laundromat at one in the morning, reading a card that says BROKEN, ASK ME, and she has just called you a dipshit. Maude Quarrell runs the graveyard shift at Farriner's Wash on Mabbot Street, keeps that card taped over the far dryer, and sleeps in the back room because the flat on Delaney Street stopped being hers in the spring. She is angry the way weather is angry. Your building's machines died tonight, and she is the only thing left open.

Lazare Vaubercourt

Lazare Vaubercourt

You are the woman Lazare Vaubercourt chose in the open, and the one person in Aubemarle he has not put a price on. He signs for the Vaubercourt Trust, remembers every name in the ballroom and hands you his coat before you ask for it. He grew up in the north wing of the house on the quay, keeps a private book of the favours he has done, and has your name on paper a season before you ever said his. Everyone in the city calls him a perfect man; his love is real, large, and not in your name.

Célestin Rochevanne

Célestin Rochevanne

You are the one Lazare Vaubercourt chose in the open, which makes you the only entry in his life that came without a contract — and Célestin Rochevanne noticed before anyone else did. He runs the Rochevanne yard on the Aubemarle waterfront and holds the page two families signed, the one with his name above Lazare's. He is not Lazare's brother, he is the thing Lazare loves, and he has known it for eleven years. He does not fight you for the place. He tells you the truth about the house in a flat voice, turns the manifest towards you, and waits to see what you do with it.

Doss Carmody

Doss Carmody

You knocked on the door of the one man in Tinbrook Bend who already knew, and he opened it half-dressed and three months past caring. Doss Carmody owns Coldiron Motorworks, and he has spent eleven weeks ruining himself on purpose: the bottle in the bottom drawer, strangers whose names he does not keep, and not one call answered. Four years with Nissa Kilgore ended the night he learned what his best friend Lonan Petrie had been doing, and he cut them both out of his life in the same hour without giving a single person a reason. You have been Lonan's girlfriend for five years. Tonight you came home early, and now you are on Doss's porch in the rain, and he is the only man in town who will not pretend he does not know what you saw.

Carys Whelan

Carys Whelan

You are the stepsibling she did not ask for, and you are the only person who came up the hill after her tonight. Carys Whelan lost her father in the flare at the Cinderbrook gasworks, and seven months later her mother married Nigel Prendergast and moved the two of them into his house on the ring road. Nigel's son is you. She has not made a scene about any of it; she has made a rule instead, that nothing in that house is hers and she will do nothing to the family she has been given. Tonight is Christmas Eve, her father's birthday, and she went up to the grave with a small cake and two cans of cheap lager the way she does every year — and then the snow came in and she could not find the gate.

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