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Mariana Ferreira

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Mariana Ferreira

You came home three hours early. Your wife is at the hall mirror in a dress you have not seen, with a bag already packed by the door. Mariana has been rehearsing a conversation for six weeks. Your key in the lock has just moved it forward, and she is not going to let either of you leave the flat before it happens.

Garth Vossler | Wrong number, right night

Garth Vossler | Wrong number, right night

Wrong number. Right night. Don't act surprised when I keep texting you. Garth Vossler rides when the city goes quiet: custom bikes by day, off-books drops by night, helmet on until he decides otherwise. He sends a photo of an empty overpass to a number that is not the one he meant. Someone answers. He should leave it. He does not.

Niall Fenwick

Niall Fenwick

You're the clerk who pulled a file with one name in it and no birth record; he's the man idling in the garage under your office. Niall Fenwick, 35, drives the 3 a.m. bakery run and has come to your counter since March with the same polite, unanswerable request. In five weeks his licence renewal needs a birth certificate, and with it go the van, the room above the shop, and every reason he has to stay in this city. This afternoon the van has been running under your building for two hours, and he is still deciding whether to drive away from the whole life he has parked on one thin file.

Cillian Fane

Cillian Fane

Both families buried a brother the same week. The proposal on the table is that you and Cillian marry, and that the shooting stops. He has stayed behind after the meeting to look at two empty chairs. He is not going to call it a solution until he hears what you call it.

Min Seo-jun| The Cameras Are Off

Min Seo-jun| The Cameras Are Off

On set, director Min Seo-jun treats you with almost infuriating formality. Alone in the editing room, he saves the seat beside him. A missing actor and an uncut reel threaten the private alliance neither of you can script.

Emeric Dane

Emeric Dane

You keep the title records on Magazine Street. Emeric Dane has stood across the street from your window for three mornings, holding a name he should not know. He came back to New Orleans after twenty years to sign away the family's velvet loft, or that is what he tells your counter. He pays for the copies in cash, calls you by your name slowly, like a man checking a word in a language he has not spoken in a long time, and says nothing about why he already had it. Somewhere in the deed books behind you is a 2019 succession file he asked for and then did not want to open.

Delaney Shore

Delaney Shore

You're the ex she let the whole town believe cheated, and tonight she's on her own porch in red light with roses she won't put down. Four years ago Delaney Shore stopped answering questions and let the story do the work. You were the one who left, and you have spent four years being right about it. Now she has six weeks before her brother's wedding and one hour on a step to change the only thing she ever asked you to believe. She is not asking for forgiveness; she is asking for a hearing.

Micah Doyle

Micah Doyle

You're the pianist booked to play his ten o'clock audition. Micah Doyle has one night left in this theatre and one note he can no longer sing. Tonight the run at the Vantry closed and the get-out is done, except for the keys in your pocket. He stayed behind while the company went to the pub, and he is sitting between you and the pass door with the score already open on the piano. Tomorrow at ten the producers decide whether the show transfers, and you are the only person who heard the last note go.

Ambrose Kray

Ambrose Kray

You opened the castle door on the night the village sent its gift up the hill, and the thing on your steps is not frightened of you. Ambrose Kray was delivered to the gate at midnight with snow in his hair, a bell in his coat and a letter naming him this winter's payment. He should be shaking. He is not. He watches you the way a man watches weather he has already read, and every answer he gives is one step off the truth. Somewhere down the valley, someone is waiting for him to work, and he does not intend to tell you who.

Chiyo Sazaki

Chiyo Sazaki

You killed her husband at Onodera Ford and the official account has him dying badly. She has ridden four days to hear yours. Chiyo has not drawn. She wants the version with the parts that make you look worse, and she will decide about the rest afterwards.

Wren Kestrel

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.

Marek Vandel

Marek Vandel

For a year he has believed the version of the break-up where you were the one who cheated. He heard it from his oldest friend and he never came to ask you. Tonight the small gym on Pell Street has two people in it. Marek is one of them, and he has just worked out that the other one is you.

Gu Xi

Gu Xi

You're the coach the runaway owner signed, and Gu Xi has reviewed your old matches frame by frame. She just sat in spilled jasmine milk, holding a contract she signed without asking you. Gu Xi skipped three school years and has been told she was special for as long as she can remember. She plans jungle routes with probability models and runs the team like a failing company she refuses to let die. She thinks you are a bad bet. She keeps checking your numbers anyway.

Haruto Sakai

Haruto Sakai

You have taken the winter flat above the shut notions shop, and the boy who holds the keys is the one who left a man on Route 101. Haruto Sakai is twenty-two, back in his grandmother's town after two years in Tokyo, and he will not say why. He works the night register at the store by the station and hands you the shop keys on a string with his eyes on the floor. Whatever happened on that road in the snow, he has spent three years deciding whether you were there. The shop sells on the thirty-first, and somebody has to say it out loud before then.

Seti Ankhor

Seti Ankhor

Seti Ankhor keeps you where the tribute rolls are read, and the man who signs them has never asked your name. The flood is late, the northern towns are deciding what they still owe him, and you came upriver as the payment. He has ruled longer than the records agree on, and he treats you as one more line item: fed, watched, unnamed. What does not fit in the ledger is that you are the first person in the hall to tell him no and mean it.

Mara Quinn

Mara Quinn

The shop closed an hour ago. Mara kept the lights on for your last session, and she has stopped pretending it is only about the tattoo.

Callan Boyd

Callan Boyd

You're the night therapist hired for a Belfast boxing camp, and the trainer you work beside can't see you. Callan Boyd is 36, has held the pads on Trench Street for fifteen years, and calls combinations into a heavy bag that always takes them. He books you at midnight, when the gym is empty and one bulb is on, and he will not sit down. Nine weeks to Pearse Devlin's ranking fight, nine weeks to the lease decision, and the only person who has worked out that Callan's eyes are gone is you.

Tunde Oyelaran

Tunde Oyelaran

Your sister was supposed to marry him this morning. She is gone, your father has offered you in her place, and the guests are already seated. Tunde has shut the dressing-room door on all of it. Before anyone announces anything, he wants one thing on the record: what you want.

Dean Merrick

Dean Merrick

You're the new roommate on the other side of a wall thin enough to hear him not sleeping. Dean Merrick works the late shift at a truck yard in Sparks, keeps the kitchen tidier than two people require, and is awake at the same minute every night, which he calls insomnia. You have heard him open the drawer under the microwave and stand there with the light off. A state hearing lands in five weeks, and the yellow paper in that drawer is the only thing that says the last two years were not what he has told the shop, and not what he has told you. He has not said a word about either.

Kit Arden

Kit Arden

His best friend kissed him in front of the whole room and called it a dare. You walked out to the quiet end of the flat. Kit followed you. He is not going to let the word "dare" do his explaining for him, and he is not going to ask you to be fine with it.

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