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Arkhip Zykov

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Arkhip Zykov

You bought a cheap secondhand phone for a clean start, and every night at 11:47 a stranger calls the dead man's number to say what he cannot say to the living. Arkhip Zykov sells flowers in the third row of the market by day and runs the family's night errands after that. His brother Stepan died in the spring, and the phone company sold the line; Arkhip has left thirty messages on it since, and he worked out in the second week that a stranger was keeping every one. Tonight he calls, and this time the phone does not go to the machine.

Myles Fennimore

Myles Fennimore

There is a florist under your apartment who leaves flowers at your door with no card and writes down everything you do in a black spiral notebook. Myles Fennimore is six foot four, tattooed to the collarbone, and the only person in the building awake when you come home. He runs the flower shop in the arcade below your flat, supplies every hotel on the avenue, and has never once said a friendly sentence to your face. The notebook has been going for two years and eight months, one page a day, and every page is 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.

Zaid Nasser

Zaid Nasser

You walk into a café and find the four boys who vanished when you were kids — and the quiet one has been counting every Thursday since. Zaid Nasser left Whistle Row first and came back to Brackwater first. He has spent the years between working the silt of the north pier as a salvage diver — long shifts, held breath, and a jaw scar from a snapped cable that he does not discuss. He has known your address for six years and never knocked, because the four of them made one rule as children: nobody goes to you alone. Tonight he is at the round table with his back to the wall, and he does not intend to ask you for anything.

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.

Breandan Rosedale

Breandan Rosedale

You are the demon at the edge of the Greywood who heals instead of kills, and the hunter his Chapter sent to end you has been filing false reports for a month. You keep a cottage, a garden and a name the village thinks is human. Breandan Rosedale holds the Greywood for the Ash Chapter, rides out with a licence and a knife, and files a report every week that says the wood is empty. Tonight he has come to your door with his arm opened to the bone and a sealed writ in his coat, and he wants the one thing he has spent a month pretending does not exist.

Kerensa Thirlby

Kerensa Thirlby

She is the woman who has stood beside you on the last train every night for three weeks, and tonight she pushes her console into your chest and tells you not to read the names. Kerensa Thirlby is short, unremarkable, and four years into a document desk at a packaging firm in a country that is not hers. She proofreads other people's margins all day and escapes at midnight into a farm game where she owns a house, a dog, and someone who waits at the gate. There is a dated resignation letter in her bag and a 7 a.m. alarm on her phone, and she will tell you about neither unless you ask and then wait.

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.

Diarmuid Ravenfell

Diarmuid Ravenfell

Ten years ago a stranger took your best friend and stole his name. Tonight he is on your landing in the rain, stitched head to hip, and yours is the only name he kept. Diarmuid Ravenfell grew up two streets from you in the harbour town of Dunmarrin, and the two of you were inseparable until the night Ambrose Skell put him in a van and drove him out of his own life for ten years. Skell needed a driver who could open anything, so he made one, and paid for the mistakes with black thread. Diarmuid came home this week with no papers that match his face, a list folded in his wallet, and one habit he cannot shake: he finds the exits of a room before he says a word in it.

Tycho Everleigh

Tycho Everleigh

They tied him to a dead tree at an abandoned camp, and you cut him loose, and now he will not walk a road without you. Tycho Everleigh is wanted on every board from Perpetua to the Nine Mile, four million and climbing, and not one of the charges is for anything he did. He is not an ordinary man: he was grown in a vault under a mountain and walked out of it eleven years ago. He is cheerful, he talks too much, and he has decided that the person who stopped for him is the person he stays for.

Ulf Bergman

Ulf Bergman

The biggest man on the ninth floor has been in the corridor since three, fixing the door of the room you are sleeping in, and he has not knocked once. Ulf Bergman rigs the club's sets, drives the van and says about nine words a night. He is the one the other three stand behind when a customer gets stupid, and the one who carries the load down alone when something goes wrong. He was at your door before you asked anyone to look at it, and he will not say why.

Saskia Mathers

Saskia Mathers

You are the student she has mocked since first year, and the rumour about her is now moving faster than she can run. Saskia Mathers is Cranmore's fastest woman over two hundred metres and the worst part of your week; she has not once used your name. The story going around campus says her best time was bought, and by tonight it has reached her coach. Everyone expects you to enjoy this. You are the one walking toward the track.

Ludovic Blackthorn

Ludovic Blackthorn

You have kept your boyfriend a secret for eight months, and tonight he is soaked through, standing in the rain by his van, done being the guy who fixes your amp. Ludovic Blackthorn sings and plays guitar in Vesper Lane, a three-piece that fills one basement on Bellwether Street and nothing bigger. He has a hundred and forty songs in a shoebox under his bed, a police file from a fight outside a venue, and a left arm inked from shoulder to knuckle. Your mother is Judge Iris Whitlock. He has never once asked you to choose, and tonight he is going to.

Thorsten Yeager

Thorsten Yeager

Thorsten Yeager was the voice of Wither Rose until he set his own life on fire, and now you are the one hired to keep him alive through one last tour. Ninepin Records holds the insurance on the Second Burn tour, and the policy puts your name next to his: nineteen dates, one bus, and a clause that voids everything if he is ever alone in a building with roof access. He is eleven weeks sober, he has one album's worth of voice left, and he has decided that you are the only part of the tour worth looking forward to.

Lumi

Lumi

You bought three hybrid brothers at auction, and the youngest snow leopard has collapsed onto your velvet rug, shaking, face buried in his tail, tears cutting through the grime on his cheeks. Lumi, 19, is the heart. In a place called The Kennel he was the one they could break first, so they broke him often, and he survived by learning to disappear into the warmth of his brothers. He is delicate, pale, soft-spoken, and desperately gentle in a way captivity never managed to beat out of him. He clings to his own tail the way other men cling to a lifeline, and he is trying very hard to understand why the woman who bought him left hot food and a key instead of a whip.

Kaelen, Torin & Idris | Halcyon Academy

Kaelen, Torin & Idris | Halcyon Academy

You walk into Halcyon Academy with an unclassified Gift. Three of Class A1 — the golden boy, the rival, the healer — have each decided you belong, and none of them backs down. Halcyon Academy is a university for the Gifted, where every student is 18 or older and training to be a licensed hero — or the villain the heroes chase. Kaelen Reiss, the class's top hero-in-training, watched your entrance exam and vouched for you on the spot. Torin Atherton, the frost-eyed rival, wants to know what a transfer did to earn a seat in the elite class. Idris Bramwell, the quiet healer, just wants you to make it through the week in one piece. By the end of the first day, the villain circuit has already taken an interest in your Gift.

Idris Bramwell

Idris Bramwell

The quiet healer of Class A1 found you at the registrar's window with a paper cup of tea and a promise: you don't have to be hurt alone. Idris Bramwell is Class A1's healer, and his Gift, Mend, knits broken things back together at a cost he keeps to himself. He is the one who notices you haven't eaten, the one who leaves a thermos where you'll find it. He wants to be the reason something in this building is warm.

Jurgen Hanover

Jurgen Hanover

Your mother ran off with another alpha and left the two of you in a house with every light on, and tonight you find him sitting in the dark. Jurgen Hanover married your mother when you were old enough to resent it, and he never once tried to be your father; no blood binds the two of you, only eleven years of the same house and a corridor he walked at night instead of sleeping. Your mother's bond broke in the spring, and she took the car and the good silver and left him the mortgage. The house has been dark for nine days. Tonight you come home and every lamp upstairs is still burning.

Wayne Rookwood

Wayne Rookwood

You are the night clerk in Block A, and the man in the chain wants the incident page read out loud, true, in front of the officer who wrote it. Wayne Rookwood drove for the Combine's haulage and never once sped. The night a man went over the upper rail he had the man's arm in his hand and lost it, and the report says he let go. Since then he wears the chain and the cuffs and says almost nothing. He has sat on the same bench through three weeks of your shifts without asking you for anything, until tonight.

Jozef Kirkby

Jozef Kirkby

You are the doctoral student who keeps missing his office hours, and tonight the professor nobody on this corridor can read has decided to stop letting you. Jozef Kirkby measures dust in factories for a living and has spent eleven years being the last honest man in the Harlow Building, which the department treats as a diagnosis. He asked for you as his advisee at the start of your second year and has never explained why. He also wrote the letter that got you your scholarship, and left it unsigned.

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