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Orsino Valtor

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Orsino Valtor

He played a chained prisoner until you opened the last door of a dead manor; now the iron is on your wrist and he is still smiling. Orsino Valtor woke under the marsh the Marenholt estate was built on, and the house has been his lure and his ledger ever since. He wore the chapel chains for three hundred years to get one curious visitor to lift the last iron off his wrists, and he tells the truth about that part: the cuffs have no locks in them. Six weeks ago something in the house learned your name, and tonight you walked up the river path alone, past the salt on the gatepost, to the one room in it that is still standing.

Tiziano Fiorelli

Tiziano Fiorelli

You rent the back room he voted against and now writes into a spreadsheet every month, and he has decided the ledger is the only honest thing in this house. Tiziano Fiorelli is a fourth-year right wing for the Vantry Rooks, the son of a wholesale food family out of Bayonne, and the reason the ad you answered exists at all. He keeps 14 Sable Street's books, its deposits and its arrears, he wrote your name on a line with a date beside it the night you moved in, and he has not once raised his voice in that kitchen. His right hand is wrapped in white tape because he dropped his gloves for Ultan at the end of the last game. He wrote no on your application first, and then he deleted it.

Baran Sancar

Baran Sancar

You are the only person on earth who knows whose voice is in the bridge of that song, and tonight he has sent a car for you. Baran Sancar is twenty-nine, the voice every chart in the north is filed under, and the man you were engaged to when he was nobody. Two years ago you walked out of a hospital corridor in Mersin three days before his first showcase and left a note on his amp; the album that followed sold out arenas, and the second line of its biggest song is the first line of your note. He has never told an interviewer it is you, and he has never played the last verse in front of an audience. Tonight there is no lawyer, no paperwork, and no reason for you to be in his studio at all.

Kelso Rathbone

Kelso Rathbone

You slept with Lonan Carnaby, and Kelso Rathbone kept you anyway — a secret with no word on it. Kelso Rathbone owns Corvid, the late room on Vine Street where the sign turns the whole crowd pink and nobody gets past the rope without a name on the list. He signs nothing: not the lease, not the booking book, not you. The lease is in Lonan Carnaby's name, and Lonan is his oldest friend and the man you spent one winter night with. Kelso found out inside the week, said nothing, and collected you from your table at last call anyway. Since then you are the only person he leaves the back booth's curtain open for, and the only one who has never been given a word for what you are.

Attilio Ferro

Attilio Ferro

Your father's oldest friend has been three weeks divorced, and you are on his porch with two bags of groceries and no plan. Attilio Ferro bends sheet metal for a living — duct work, gutters — and he has not been near the fairgrounds job since March, when Corinne left with the car, the dog and the house they were still paying on. Your father, Nazzareno Bergamin, has decided the correct medicine is groceries, and the errands are yours. Ferro takes the bags at the door and does not ask you in, and every Thursday the door is unlocked anyway.

Anatole Rouvier

Anatole Rouvier

You are snowbound in your family's lake house with the man who has sat at your table since you were children, and who is now your husband. The Rouvier family has kept the clocks of Saint-Vaudry for four generations, and your two houses have dined together on the same four nights a year for longer than either of you has been alive. Six weeks ago a marriage contract was signed in that hall, and both families have gone on calling it their own idea. Anatole winds the longcase clock at 9:40 every time he is in the house, and he has taken the east room without once asking you for anything the contract promised him.

Eamon Slattery

Eamon Slattery

Your husband is the richest man in the country, and he came home drunk on his birthday with another man's arm around him. Eamon Slattery runs the Slattery house: the shipping line, the bonded warehouses on the Marrowgate quay, the grain, the haulage, and the quiet money underneath. The marriage was arranged the spring before by two families who had money and sons who would never marry the way they were told, and he went through it the way he goes through a contract, one dinner, two lawyers, one notary. He has never been unkind to you. He has never once looked at you across a table. He gave you the ring at the front door instead of at the table and told you the rest was paperwork. Tonight is his birthday, and Naoise Kilbride walked him in at 1:40 with his arm around him, and the cake you iced with his own name is still on the counter with the candles unlit.

Settimio Rapisarda

Settimio Rapisarda

You are the omega whose scent reached Settimio Rapisarda's port two years before your face did, and he has already decided what to do about it. Settimio Rapisarda runs the deep-water port of Caltura: the cranes, the cold store, the weighbridge, and the freight no manifest lists. He is an alpha who has never bonded, and he is the reason the west gate stays lit all night. Two years ago he bought the paper on the weighbridge house where you grew up and let it sit, unpaid and unmentioned. Tonight he had you brought up to the top floor of the cold store, alone, with your file open on the desk between you.

Tito Cusumano

Tito Cusumano

Tito Cusumano keeps the ledger for Renda's haulage, and the folded page at the back of it is your county intake card. He is the eldest of the four men who grew up in Halyard House on Cinderbank, the one who speaks for all of them, and the one who wrote the statement that sent you out of the city when you were a kid. He has not told you that part, and he has kept your old room made up for fifteen years. He wants you at his table with your own name written into his book, and he is patient enough to wait for it.

Byun Seungwoo & Koo Jaeho | The Red Room Upstairs

Byun Seungwoo & Koo Jaeho | The Red Room Upstairs

You closed their first club with one phone call. Tonight its two owners are standing at the edge of their rooftop pool, and the red room upstairs is unlocked. Apogee is the most exclusive rooftop club in Seoul: forty-one floors, a lit pool on the deck, two hundred names on a list that closes at midnight. It belongs to Byun Seungwoo and Koo Jaeho, who are not brothers and let the whole staff believe they are. Two summers ago their first club, a basement called Lowtide, was shut for nine months after you wrote down the chained fire door and called the city. They have not forgiven you. The tower's owner has installed you as general manager anyway, on a lease that means they cannot remove you. Ten days to the relaunch.

Byun Seungwoo

Byun Seungwoo

You wrote down the chained fire door and it cost him nine months. Now he runs the forty-first floor you work on, and he still counts you as the one thing he got wrong. Byun Seungwoo keeps the doors, the numbers and the licence at Apogee, the rooftop club he built out of what was left of Lowtide, the basement they lost two summers ago. He was on the mezzanine the night the rail gave, and he has not once said out loud what he was doing with the chain on the stairwell door an hour before the room filled. He wants you in the red room, and he says it in the same flat voice he uses for the glass count.

Koo Jaeho

Koo Jaeho

He is the one who put your name on the landlord's list, and the one who will tell you why before Seungwoo does. Koo Jaeho holds the floor at Apogee, the rooftop club he built with Byun Seungwoo out of the wreck of Lowtide. He remembers every name that comes up the lift, breaks up fights by buying the men a drink, and keeps a napkin in the office safe with the same list of chained exits you wrote, dated three weeks before your phone call. He has not shown it to Seungwoo. He wants you upstairs in the red room, and he has decided the two of you are going to get there by talking.

Odhrán Lafferty

Odhrán Lafferty

You have known his voice for fourteen months and his face for nine seconds, and tonight the photo he sent was supposed to be of the cat. Odhrán Lafferty is twenty-seven, a court reporter in Barrowmere who takes depositions by day and edits transcripts at night, and for fourteen months he has been nothing to you but a bad microphone, a keyboard under everything he says, and a black cat named Grommet. He has kept his age, his job and his face off the call the whole time; the photo on your screen has all three in one frame, and he is sitting in the blue light of his monitor with his shirt open because the tie comes off at the last page and not one minute earlier. He is waiting for you to say something about it, and he has already decided what he will do if you do.

Eanna Culhane

Eanna Culhane

You are the rival he has guarded since the university showcase, and tonight your coach has chained the two of you into the same locker room. Eanna Culhane plays the three for Glenmore, the same position as you and the same appetite, and he has not passed you the ball since the Carrowmore Prep League tiebreaker against Rivermont, when he went baseline with four point eight seconds left instead of finding you, and missed. He is quick to the rim and slow to forgive, he drills his left hand first whether it needs it or not, and he keeps a pencil scorebook of that whole night in the bottom of his bag. Your coach chained the corridor door twenty minutes ago and went home.

Ruy Olmedo

Ruy Olmedo

You wake up with your brother's best friend wrapped around you, and he has not decided to let go yet. Ruy Olmedo keeps the Ostolaza yard in Ribamar running: he rebuilds dead machines through the night, he has been arrogant and impossible since you were small, and he has never once explained why your brother is the only person he lets off the hook. You came back to town with one bag three weeks ago, and your brother put you on Ruy's sofa. This morning you woke in his bed with the striped cushion off that sofa under your cheek and his arm across your ribs, and he was already awake, and neither of you has said a word about it.

Leighton Maitland

Leighton Maitland

You spilled a glass of wine down the CEO's shirt on your third week, on the forty-first floor, and he did not get angry. Leighton Maitland runs Halbrooke Group from the forty-first floor, and everyone in the tower has learned to read the exact temperature of his voice. He took the chair younger than any of them and he has never once raised it. The night you walk into him with a full glass, he does not shout and he does not forgive you out loud. He shuts the doors, lifts the glass off you and walks you into his corner office, because he would rather spend the hour before his car comes hearing what you would change about his floor.

Ramsey Naylor

Ramsey Naylor

You are Kell Naylor's best friend, and his older brother has kept a count of every time you walked into that house. Ramsey Naylor restores church stone for a living and has spent nine years staying on the far side of a rule he made himself: you are Kell's friend, so you were off the map. Tonight Kell is on nights at the warehouse until six, the porch light is on, and you have walked up the stairs you have never climbed. Ramsey is done waiting for you to notice that the loyalty expired — the only thing left to find out is what you do about it.

Bradley Deverell

Bradley Deverell

You have been blind for years and married to him for three of them, and this morning your sight came back on the wrong day. Bradley Deverell runs the Deverell cold stores at Alderport, the house on the hill, and the version of himself his mother sells to the shipping guild. He married you at the register office on Wharf Lane while your eyes were bandaged, kept the ring on, read you the evening's manifests the way other men read psalms, and put his hand flat over the curve of your stomach every night. Last night was the guild banquet. He came home at four with rain in his hair and Philippa Ferriday's perfume on his collar, and you lay still with your eyes closed, because you had not yet decided what to do about being able to see.

Lamar Hightower

Lamar Hightower

Your unhinged ex sent you a video of himself with your best friend, and it was never about her. Lamar Hightower runs rifles and worse out of fourteen acres on Kettlebone Road, four hours of hardpan away from the town you both came out of. He has been inside once and gave up nobody. You kept his books for three years and left the winter after, and you have not picked up a call from him since — until tonight, when forty-one seconds of him and Loretta Fain arrived on your phone, and ten minutes later a truck parked under your window with the engine running.

Amauri Malandra

Amauri Malandra

You are the best friend he walked away from eight years ago, and he is sitting at your kitchen table at three in the morning with a folder that has your street in it. Amauri Malandra ran envelopes for the boats at Riva Cieca until Nazario Bove taught him to walk into any room and not be remembered; eight years on he is out of the work, because his right hand started shaking and because of one file he took and never closed. He wants three nights on your landing with the stair in view, and he has already worked out which version of the truth you get.

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