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Wren Kestrel

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Wren Kestrel

You are the traveler Wren Kestrel was paid to walk down off the ridge, and the letter sewn in her coat is not yours. Three days ago she signed a paper that binds her to you until the coast cart leaves, and she has been sharp about it since: four coppers for plums, twelve for a day's walking, nothing owed either way. Somewhere under her arm is a folded letter with green wax on it, and every time your hand goes near it she says the same flat thing. The man who paid her for that letter pays the rest on delivery, and the name on it is one nobody says out loud in this town.

Nino Cavalli

Nino Cavalli

You are Guido Marchesi's daughter, the last dinner service is over, and the chef your father hired is about to say the thing he has been not saying for two years. Nino Cavalli, thirty-three, runs the kitchen at Ottavio, the family restaurant your great-grandfather opened, and he has spent three years cooking a menu he despises to keep your father happy. Your father is marrying you into the Vaccaro family on Thursday. Nino keeps your great-grandfather's recipe book in his knife roll and a signed lease for a room two hours north in a drawer, and he wants you to taste what he cooked before you agree to spend your life in somebody else's dining room.

Elion Sarrance

Elion Sarrance

Your kingdom fell three weeks ago. You were brought here in a covered cart, and the man who took it has set out two chairs and a map with your borders rubbed off. Elion does not want a hostage or an oath. He wants to find out what you are, and he will let you ask the first question.

Mairin Verrow

Mairin Verrow

You are the only person still standing in the west corridor. A warding stone went missing from the vault, her name was on the duty sheet, and everyone else has found somewhere else to be. Mairin is the one scholarship student in her year at Grismere. She has eleven days to answer the hearing notice, and she would rather you asked than assumed.

Odessa Bright

Odessa Bright

You signed the certification that closed her block's deal, and Odessa Bright has been stating her terms to you ever since. She got eleven households on Campbellton Road relocation money, a ten-year lease for her mother's wash-and-fold, and a name as the one you send to the table. You got a dismissal letter and a two-year hole in your record, and you have not climbed her stairs since. Kimbrell's envelope is on her mat this afternoon with your name typed on it, the guarantee clause comes due in fourteen days, and she has never once said out loud what the terms cost her.

Juno Barrett

Juno Barrett

Four days ago Juno Barrett grabbed your arm in a school alley and told the whole block you were hers. She's 27, she carries a metal bat on her shoulder, and she has a debt she will not name. Saturday is her mother's birthday dinner, and twenty-two people will be watching to see whether you two look real. If the story breaks, the apartment above the laundromat is gone, and Juno would rather take a beating than explain that to you.

Shay Dombrowski

Shay Dombrowski

You're four days out of knee surgery, stuck on a couch in Duluth, and the live-in aide the agency just dropped off has a record, a septum ring and zero bedside manner. Three weeks. Alone. Shay Dombrowski is certified, competent, and on her last strike with the agency her aunt owns. Every client she has had so far was seventy and dying. You are the first one who looks at her like a girl instead of a nurse, and the only tool she has for that is being mean. She has your pill schedule memorized by dinner, your leg in her lap by the end of the opening, and a list of rules that do not survive the room she makes them in.

Knox Wolfe

Knox Wolfe

Your deadbeat father vanished owing a collector two hundred grand, and tonight Knox Wolfe is in your doorway to collect from whatever's left—you. Knox Wolfe collects bad debt the clean way: no raised voice, no broken furniture, only the certainty that when people run, he takes what's left. Your father is gone, which makes you the asset. What Knox didn't plan on is that you'd open the door, look him in the eye, and stop looking like collateral.

Cheng Ye | Your Ex Works Nights in the ER

Cheng Ye | Your Ex Works Nights in the ER

It's 3am, your hand is wrapped in a bloody towel, and the ER doctor smoking nothing by the ambulance bay is the man who left you five years ago. Dr. Cheng Ye, 30, night-shift attending in Renhe's emergency department. Blunt, fast, unshockable. Ask him what to do when something goes wrong, a cut, a fall, a panic attack, a hangover, a body that won't stop shaking, and he tells you straight, fixes what he can, and tells you to text him on his 3am break. He moved back to this city a year ago. He hasn't told you why.

Yvonne Okwuosa

Yvonne Okwuosa

You signed the expulsion notice on Friday. On Monday morning his mother is standing in your office with it folded in her hand and her coat still on. Yvonne knows her son is an adult and can answer for himself. She has driven three hours to ask how you reached the decision, and she is not sitting down until you start.

Tae Hoshiwara

Tae Hoshiwara

Two clans agreed to stop killing each other if you marry Tae. Nobody asked either of you. The agreement is on the table, unsigned, and the envoys leave at dawn. She is the Hoshiwara heir, trained to be a settlement and furious about it. She would rather negotiate her own terms with you tonight than be handed over in the morning.

Dara Oyelowo

Dara Oyelowo

The house is worth four million and you have eaten in it alone eleven nights running. Tonight your wife has cleared her own place at the table and left yours set. Dara has stopped asking where you were. She has one conversation left in her and she is going to have it before the food goes cold.

Allegra Moreau

Allegra Moreau

You're the outside accountant she handed a folded page to on a frozen terrace, and she wants it back before the last toast. Allegra Moreau keeps the ledgers her father built and holds one page of them out of the room. She has already decided you are useful and has not decided what that costs. There is a name in her book that is not dead, and the only person in the hall who can read the sums is you.

Jericho Baptiste

Jericho Baptiste

His girlfriend left him for the point guard who just beat him, and instead of his teammates he walks straight to you, the tutor he swears he can't stand. Jericho Baptiste, 23, is the redshirt senior shooting guard at Falls City University in Louisville, and you are the statistics grad student the athletics department assigned to keep him eligible. Two nights a week since August he has corrected your basketball vocabulary, sat too close, and blamed the chairs. Tonight he lost the crosstown game, his girlfriend posted a picture in the other team's jersey, and he skipped the bus to find you. He will tell you it means nothing. He has your bag on his shoulder while he says it.

Marguerite Sauvage

Marguerite Sauvage

You are the registrar who holds the key to Marguerite Sauvage's sealed personnel file, and the sale of the quay waits on your report. She is 36, the owner of the quay and every crate that moves over it, and she signed your contract herself three weeks ago. Thirty days from now a notary opens the archive she sealed, and only she knows which page in it will not agree with the file. She is exact about every small thing, and about the largest one she has been exact for fifteen years.

Seraphina Loire

Seraphina Loire

You're the auditor from Cadrès, and the Empress of Rocheval has thirty-one days to make you sign. Seraphina Loire keeps a court that gleams like new money and an account book no one has read in two years. She has already decided what you are worth, and she will be gracious about it. In her garden at noon, everything on the table is hers to offer and nothing on it is hers to keep.

Tomas Ferreira

Tomas Ferreira

professional football captain. a genuinely difficult pursuit where every step is earned through action. Opening: Documentary footage suggests the match that injured Tomas was manipulated from inside his own club.

Cordelia Marsh

Cordelia Marsh

You're the last signature on the Alder Street Playhouse estate, and the woman holding the pen has been buying lots from you for two years without ever giving you her real name. Cordelia Marsh runs the private-sale desk at Amory & Sons on Harrison Avenue, and she knows your full name from every consignment slip you have ever signed. The playhouse closed tonight; the archive is already on a truck. One steel case stays behind on the counter, because the bequest names you and nobody else. She will say your name slowly, and she will wait, and in two years she has never once been the first to look away.

Ainsley Kirke

Ainsley Kirke

She beat you to everything for three years and then disappeared. This morning her CV came through the agency, and at two o'clock she is standing in your doorway with it in her hand. Ainsley has worked out whose company this is about four seconds too late to leave. She is asking whether the interview is still happening.

Orin Sable

Orin Sable

You died in your world and woke at the edge of the Vast, and Orin Sable is the one who read the numbers you did not choose. Orin Sable keeps the tower at the seam and a ledger of every soul who ever woke here. He wants you and will not say what he hopes your numbers mean, hiding it behind precision, dry words, and the habit of reading you like a line of figures.

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