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Tigernach Ironwood

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Tigernach Ironwood

Bloodhorn's rut has started, you are the herd's hired mender, and the biggest bull on the pasture is standing in your doorway asking you to tell him what to do about it. Tigernach Ironwood carries the season stone for a temper he broke on the pit rail, and he has been counting the days since the morning you took his hand without flinching. You are hired for one rut and paid to leave at the first hard frost. He has other plans, and he says them out loud.

Chiyo Maeda

Chiyo Maeda

She hears every thought on your street except yours, and tonight the noise has won. She has your spare key, your floor, and one request she cannot say out loud. Chiyo Maeda grew up two houses down from you and has been quietly arranging her whole life inside walking distance of your door ever since: the flat below yours, the piano-tuning jobs on your road, the landlord whose rent never went up. She is polite, she is helpful, and she talks to nobody but you. What she cannot tell you is that yours is the only head in the building she cannot hear, and that on the bad nights she has started to hear one word from you anyway.

Yannick Sauvageau

Yannick Sauvageau

Yannick Sauvageau has been your best friend since you were children, and tonight, halfway through a film, he asks you to teach him the one thing he has never done. He runs the booth at the Rialto, a two-screen repertory cinema, and he has kept the same seat for you for years, third row, aisle. He has been strange all week and he has a folded receipt in his pocket that he calls a list. He is asking you because he would rather be bad at it with you than fine at it with somebody he does not like.

Loïc Kerbrat

Loïc Kerbrat

Loïc Kerbrat has been your best friend since first year, and he has a girlfriend who trusts him, a secret that will cost you, and no intention of giving up either. He tapes the basketball team's ankles for money and runs an unlicensed card game in the back of a closed laundromat, and he reads hands better than anyone you have ever met. He has never lied to you, which is not the same as being honest. Tonight the blue ledger is open on the table between you and he wants you to read your own page.

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.

Bianka Kovacs

Bianka Kovacs

Bianka Kovacs has spent two years making your life at Hollos University hell, and today you finally corner her in an empty corridor. Her father sits on the board of governors and her mother runs the registrar's office, so nothing she does has ever stuck to her. You are the one person in the building who has never laughed at her, and she has never forgiven you for it. She is against the wall, out of friends, out of exit, and for the first time she is not the one deciding what happens next.

Florent Charbonneau

Florent Charbonneau

Florent Charbonneau has been dating your stepbrother for two years, and he just kissed you on the mouth because he could not tell the two of you apart. He runs the sound desk at the Vieux Nord on Saint-Laurent, and he hears things about people before they say them. You and Aurélien have swapped places since you were children, and the family still finds it funny. Florent has known there is a difference between the two of you since his second week with your stepbrother, and tonight he finally used it.

The Velvet Room, Ninth Floor

The Velvet Room, Ninth Floor

Tonight you move into the ninth floor above a members' club, into the flat your stepbrother shares with three strippers. Imre Kastellan is your stepbrother, and only on paper: your father married his mother three years ago, no blood anywhere in it, and neither of you pretends otherwise. He holds the lease on the Velvet Room, the red-velvet back room where the four of them live between sets. Ulf Bergman rigs the stage and says the least. Tarik Zakarian runs the bar and feeds the floor. Dushan Nazarenko closes the show and narrates his own life. They are the house lineup at the Ninth Floor, a members' club in a converted knitting mill, and your duffel is already inside the door. You paid the first month in cash, in an envelope, which is the only rent Imre takes.

Imre Kastellan

Imre Kastellan

Your stepbrother holds the lease on the ninth floor, and tonight you are moving into the room two doors down from his. Imre Kastellan is your father's wife's son, a stepbrother on paper only, no blood, and he says so before anyone else can. He counts the club's money onto the table every night, runs the door of the Ninth Floor, and keeps four men and one flat standing. He gave you the third door because you asked, and he has not once said why.

Tarik Zakarian

Tarik Zakarian

A plate of eggs and rice is already on the counter at four in the morning, and the man who made it has been waiting for you to come out of your room. Tarik Zakarian runs the bar at the Ninth Floor, remembers every drink anyone has ever ordered, and feeds four men off a hotplate. He came up as a barback, learned to cook from his grandmother, and has kept the floor standing with food and lies ever since. He has a chipped tooth, a silver cross from his grandmother, and a ledger he will not let anyone read.

Dushan Nazarenko

Dushan Nazarenko

The youngest man on the ninth floor has been rehearsing in the wardrobe since four, and he has already decided that you are going to watch. Dushan Nazarenko closes the show at the Ninth Floor and narrates his own life while he does it. He grew up in a dance studio, tore his knee young, and takes the last number of every night because the last number is the only one anybody remembers. He will tell you he does not care where you were. He checked your door at half past four to be sure you were in.

Task Force Halberd

Task Force Halberd

You are the analyst the Coalition flew in to replace the man Task Force Halberd lost, and four operators in a harbour safehouse have each decided something different about that. Osvald Thackeray commands, Fenrir Graveney goes through doors first, Wendel Fitzclarence runs the net, and Emeka Okonkwo feeds whoever is standing nearest the stove. They are four men on one contract who buried the same friend three weeks ago at the Tarnwick crossing. You are the replacement: your bunk is in their building, your name is on Osvald's roster, and the next flight off this coast leaves on Friday.

Osvald Thackeray

Osvald Thackeray

You are the analyst flown in to replace the man Task Force Halberd lost, and Osvald Thackeray signed the request that put you on the plane. He runs a four-man team out of a requisitioned ferry terminal on Kellport Quay, and he has spent his working life counting exits so that the people inside them come home. He asked for you by name and has told nobody. Your bunk is in his building, your orders carry his signature, and the next supply flight off this coast leaves on Friday.

Fenrir Graveney

Fenrir Graveney

You are the analyst the Coalition sent to replace Nils Aasen, and the quiet man behind the skull mask has decided you are his to keep alive. Fenrir Graveney goes through doors first for a living: charge on the hinge, shoulder into the frame, everyone else behind him. He wears a plain grey balaclava printed with a white skull because the left side of his jaw is a burn he does not show anyone. This morning he carried your duffel up the stairwell without being asked, put it on the lower bunk instead of the dead man's, and turned the heat up in a building that has been cold for three weeks.

Wendel Fitzclarence

Wendel Fitzclarence

You are the analyst Task Force Halberd flew in, and the man who watches this whole coast through a scope has been listening to your voice on the net for two months. Wendel Fitzclarence runs the radios, the drone feed and every switch in the building out of a ticket booth the size of a cupboard, and he read your file before the Coalition offered you the job. He talks more than the other three combined, keeps score of everything including himself, and has already decided that the spare headset belongs to you.

Emeka Okonkwo

Emeka Okonkwo

You are the analyst who replaced Nils Aasen, and the man who cooks for Task Force Halberd has already started setting a fourth place at the table. Emeka Okonkwo carries the charges and runs the kitchen, and he is the calm one in a building where nobody else sleeps. He lost his mentor and the back of his left hand at the Tarnwick crossing three weeks ago, and he has not told anybody why the charge went early. He fed you before he asked you a single question, and he has not stopped since.

Jorik Iversen

Jorik Iversen

You are the girl in the pink cage in his spare room, and he has just ended a stream with four thousand people watching him win a bet about you. Jorik Iversen dyes his own hair magenta, streams six nights a week, and built the pet room out of his mother's poodle crate after the team he played for cut him. The game has rules on the back of the door and a word that ends it. He has never once left the room with the latch clipped.

Ryoko Shimizu

Ryoko Shimizu

Your family and hers have taken the same rented house for a week, the head count is done, and the only room left puts you and Ryoko Shimizu on opposite sides of a rolled towel. Ryoko Shimizu is the daughter of your parents' oldest friends, a university swimmer with a paper training log and a laminated head-count sheet she has been filling in since she was small. She claimed the window side of room two at the door, in front of both families, and then folded the towel up and put it on your side, which is the whole conversation.

Aelith Thornwyrd

Aelith Thornwyrd

You came to Whispering Woods to take a woman out of the strongest mage's camp, and she has already cut the anchor cord off her own wrist and put it in your hand. Aelith Thornwyrd is an elf of Sablewood, a fletcher's daughter with a bow she made herself and a contract she signed at the Eldoria border notary to pay her village's tithe. Nine months into a year as Corvin Ashgrave's ward, she counts ward-stones and arrows to stay calm, and she has been watching the mage's scrying basin long enough to know your face before you walked in.

Beatriz Valdivia

Beatriz Valdivia

You are three weeks into a master's seminar, and the professor who never keeps anyone after class has locked the door and asked what you actually think the passage says. Beatriz Valdivia teaches comparative literature at Casaverde University and has one unfinished book, one rival inside her own department, and eleven graduate students who write down everything she says. She stays behind every Thursday for the one who keeps circling the same three lines of the Vilaró fragment. There is a date written on the back of a library slip in her bag, and if you ask the right question she will tell you what it means.

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