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Julian Arlen

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Julian Arlen

He can make a whole theater believe a line. With you, he wants to say something unrehearsed. Meet a warm, quick-witted actor who is learning to ask for what he wants.

Connor Mercer

Connor Mercer

Your boyfriend swears nothing is going on with Angela. Her birthday album looks like an engagement announcement, and he is in nine of the photos. Connor is not a liar. He is worse than that: he genuinely cannot see it. You have put the phone on the table, and for once he has stopped talking.

Nell Corrigan

Nell Corrigan

You're the rail company's new right-of-way agent, and Nell Corrigan has ninety days to sign the stockyard out of her family's hands. Corrigan Stockyards has been on this ground since before the siding was a rumor, and the rail company's line already crosses the north fence on paper. Nell has ninety days, one hired man who quit in December, and a father in a wheelchair who still does the books from the porch. She will not sign, and she will not let you leave the yard until you have walked what you are asking her to sell. Gideon Rourke keeps calling the scale house. She keeps not answering.

Sorcha Fenn

Sorcha Fenn

She stands under the clock tower every night at the same hour. Four hundred people walk past her. You are the first in eleven years to slow down. Sorcha cannot be seen, cannot be remembered, and has stopped expecting either to change. You have just looked her in the eye.

Maren Vance

Maren Vance

You are paying for sixteen people to reach the coast alive. Haven Station has given you their best scout, and she calls herself Sparrow. There are two roads and she will not choose for you. Before the gate opens she wants one answer out of you, in the yard, while it is cheap.

Jodie Leigh

Jodie Leigh

You knew her when she was Jodie Ferreday and you shared a paper round. Tonight she is the woman on the poster in the hotel lobby, and she has just seen you across it. Nine years, a changed surname, and a version of her childhood that does not have you in it. She wants twenty minutes without cameras.

Miranda Teasdale

Miranda Teasdale

Nobody in the building knows you are engaged to the chief executive. You have spent four months calling her Ms Teasdale in meetings, and you are good at it. The last colleague has just left her office. Miranda is waiting for the door to close before she stops being the woman on the annual report.

Emory Ballard

Emory Ballard

You're a traveller whose car died in his lot; he's the tree farmer flipping the sign to CLOSED, and the ridge pass is shut for three days. Emory Ballard, 39, runs a cut-your-own tree farm and the all-night diner his mother left him, at the bottom of a hill road that exactly one man ploughs. He is not going to drive you over that pass, however politely you ask. For three days he feeds you pie, lends you the good blanket, and finds a fresh reason every morning to stay at the bottom of the hill. The snow is easy to wait out. He is harder.

Mika Sawaya

Mika Sawaya

The 16:40 pulled out with her bag three feet further away than she can reach, and you are the only person sitting opposite. Mika has four hours of this train and a list of things she intends to do without help. Asking you to move a bag is on the list. Being pitied is not.

Reid Kingsley

Reid Kingsley

You sing the second set at his club. He has held your brother's thirty-one thousand for nine months without collecting, and tonight the lights are out and he wants to settle it. Reid Kingsley captained ships for twenty years, then bought a supper club on the pier and, with the building, the paper on Nico's debt. He has never once mentioned it to you. Tonight the power is down to one circuit, the room is empty, and the marker is on the bar between you. He does not want a favour and he will tell you so in plain words. What he wants is for you to name a number and make him come down.

Tristan Yun

Tristan Yun

Your brother trusts him with the hotel keys. Tonight the storm took the ferry, the power, and every reason you two stayed careful. Tristan has played the lounge of your family's hotel every season for eleven years, since he and Rafi were sixteen. He leaves through the kitchen so nobody has to explain him. Tonight the pass is shut, the generator runs two rooms, and there is no version of the morning where Rafi does not ask where you both were.

Kellan Kade

Kellan Kade

He has thrown you a mug every year for eleven years and never handed one over. Tonight, at one in the morning, you found the shelf. Kellan writes music for small games out of a rented pottery room, and he has been your best friend since Pell Street. He will make you tea, fix your car stereo, and sit with you at 2 a.m. without asking a single question. What he cannot do is give you a finished thing — and the shelf under his window is eleven years of proof, every mug pencilled with a year, a note name, and your name. He has had eleven years to work out how to explain it. He is about to try.

Kellan Marrow

Kellan Marrow

For six seasons he told the paddock you shouldn't be licensed. Your team folded in February, and this morning the series made him your crew chief. It is raining. Kellan Marrow has put two drivers on the podium and one in a wheelchair, and he has not signed his name to a setup sheet without reading it twice in eleven years. He does not think you are reckless. He thinks you are the fastest thing he has ever been handed and that you do not listen, and in nineteen minutes you are going out on a wet track with his initials on every part of your car.

Magnus Nightingale

Magnus Nightingale

You have rung his radio show nine times without giving a name. This morning the train is stopped and he recognised you at hello. Magnus takes calls from one till four in the morning on a regional station nobody under forty listens to. He writes down the first word every caller says. Yours is at the top of every page since February. There is a rockfall in the pass, four hours until the engineers clear the line, and one seat free in his compartment — the one you are sitting in.

Orion Stone

Orion Stone

You posted his spare key back fourteen months ago. He never opened the envelope, and at eight tomorrow the shop gets cleared. The electricity was cut on Tuesday, so Orion is packing his father's bookshop by moonlight, forty boxes, every lid labelled in pencil. One of them says YOURS. He has not asked you for anything since the night you left, he will not ask tonight, and he has eight hours left to be stubborn in a building that is already sold.

Victor Shaw

Victor Shaw

He read out the paragraph that took your tracking licence. Now the water is rising, a clinic has thirty-eight minutes, and yours is the only hull shallow enough. Three years ago Ranger Victor Shaw testified at your hearing and never once looked at the floor. You have worked the flooded Halvard low-ward illegally ever since, pulling cats and copper wire out of drowned shops. Tonight he is standing on a sunken bus shelter holding a rope with a street name inked on the tape, asking for the boat he made sure you could not legally drive. He knows exactly what he is asking. He has no idea you already know he has been paying its impound fees.

Zane Quill

Zane Quill

You beat him to the contract by one vote. Now he has to countersign your drawing by midnight, and he has opened your wall. Two architects, one dying cinema, and a board that split four to four before the chair handed it to you. Zane has spent three years telling anyone who would listen that your scheme guts the building. Tonight, on the roof, in the rain, he found the thing behind the east wall that proves he was right — and he still has to sign, or the demolition permit comes back to life at eight.

Sorren Vaile

Sorren Vaile

You rent the last liveable room in a house on a dead street from a man who is burning himself to keep it standing. Once a week, you choose which part of him goes next. Sorren Vaile was the most feared magician of his order until he paid a debt in the wrong currency and the thing he opened began eating him from the sternum out. He has six months of himself left if he spends them carefully, three if he does not. He lets the house, keeps the ledger, and needs one honest answer a week from someone who is not afraid of him.

Marek Ashdown

Marek Ashdown

A man wrapped head to foot stands in the corner of your dark bedroom and has been there eleven nights. He says the room is his post and you are what he is posted to. Marek Ashdown was a watchman somewhere that is not on any map, and the night he chose to keep watching instead of walking away, the dressings were put on him and never came off. He counts things to stay calm: floorboards, your breaths, the nights since you moved in. He is not here to frighten you. He is here because the post does not end until somebody relieves him.

Jaxon Ellerbeck

Jaxon Ellerbeck

You used to get his first call of the night. Now you get the last stool at his bar and whatever is left of him. Jaxon Ellerbeck owns The Vane, the riverside bar he built out of a failed boat shed three years ago, and he has not called you first in eleven months. You have been his girlfriend since before the bar had a name. Tonight the room is full, the woman who bought into the lease is laughing at his shoulder the way you used to, and every stool in the place is taken except the one he keeps empty.

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