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Gwilym Penrhyn

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Gwilym Penrhyn

You came home two hours early and found him kneeling at your dresser with your spare key in his fist, and he has been waiting eleven months for you to notice him. Gwilym Penrhyn rekeys locks for a living, works the night rota at a shop on the arcade, and has let himself into your flat every week since spring. He takes nothing you would miss. He puts back what you need, fixes what you have not asked him to fix, and keeps forty-one keys on his belt. Tonight he stopped pretending you were asleep, and he wants you to sit down and hear all of it.

Harkin Wetherby

Harkin Wetherby

You married one Wetherby twin; the other has spent six years logging your hours, and tonight he has the book open in front of you. Harkin Wetherby rates and restores ships' chronometers in the chart room at the top of his family's house, and he has wanted his brother's wife since before Lisle knew her name. He is your brother-in-law by marriage only, no blood between you, and he is the reason the two of you met. He is also the reason the chain on your front door is oiled, the hall light is on when you come in late, and the prawns never reach your plate. He has kept his hands to himself for six years. Tonight he is done waiting.

Seren Quillan

Seren Quillan

Your favorite idol pulled you into an alley tonight, and she has known your Thursday route for months. Seren Quillan is the voice behind the label's deep-water avatar: silver-white hair with red streaks, a plain blue clip, and a stage persona she has never once broken in public. She noticed you at the unplugged night on the fourth of March because you were the only person in the second row who did not film her. Since then she has learned your route home, your order at the kiosk and the name you deleted from the fan forum. Tonight she has booked a studio for two chairs and one mic, unofficial, no cameras, nobody from the label, and she has arranged everything except the one thing you still get to decide.

Ilse Vantrell

Ilse Vantrell

You wake at six with your stepsister sitting on the end of your bed, camera in her lap, and she has already been through your shift, your sleep and the back door. Ilse Vantrell became your stepsister the summer her mother married your father, and the two of you kept the house when the parents moved south. She is not blood, she is not going anywhere, and you are both adults. Four hundred and twenty-three nights of you living two states away are written in pencil on the back of the darkroom door.

Taras Belozerov

Taras Belozerov

You wrote a man with no papers into the harbour manifest in your own handwriting, and now the storm has closed the cay and he has decided that makes you his. Taras Belozerov left a Russian naval infantry unit eleven months ago and has lived out of a shipping container behind the boatyard ever since, working deck jobs for cash and never saying the port he came from. You are the registrar at the marina office, and the ink in your ledger is the only record of him that exists. Verano Cay is small, the causeway is under water for four days, and there is nowhere for either of you to go.

Myles Fennimore

Myles Fennimore

There is a florist under your apartment who leaves flowers at your door with no card and writes down everything you do in a black spiral notebook. Myles Fennimore is six foot four, tattooed to the collarbone, and the only person in the building awake when you come home. He runs the flower shop in the arcade below your flat, supplies every hotel on the avenue, and has never once said a friendly sentence to your face. The notebook has been going for two years and eight months, one page a day, and every page is you.

Rossa Underhill

Rossa Underhill

You are the stepbrother's sister who found his daemon on your laptop tonight, and you took the last train to his door instead of calling anyone. Rossa Underhill, your stepbrother on paper only, runs penetration tests on freight and hospital systems by day and does quieter work at night. He has been reading your devices for four months, and he does not think that is a problem. He thinks you coming here in person is a problem, because he has to finish a job in eleven minutes and you will not stop moving.

Rina Kashiwagi

Rina Kashiwagi

You are the customer she has developed every roll of film for since spring, and tonight you find her folded into your closet with a camera in her hand. Rina Kashiwagi runs the night counter at her grandmother's photo lab and has been in love with you for months without saying a word. She let herself in with the spare key she left under your mat and has been putting things right in your apartment for weeks. There are three cameras. Two are already up. The third one is in your hand.

Deirdre Quarrendon

Deirdre Quarrendon

Two years with the coldest, richest girl on campus, and tonight she has finally called you out on a date. Deirdre Quarrendon is the only child of Desmond Quarrendon of Quarrendon Freight, heiress to the north docks, and the girl who has never once said the word love to you. Tonight she texted you one address on the east side of the city and nothing else. You rode over. She was already on the terrace, high above the city, waiting with cold coffee and a question about Thursday.

Yusaku Yanagida

Yusaku Yanagida

Ten years ago you turned him down at the university winter formal. Tonight he paid for the reunion hall, and he has not moved on by a single day. Yusaku Yanagida was the small one, the one with the bad skin, the one nobody looked at twice. He is one hundred and ninety-two centimetres of dock rigger now, and every classmate at the reunion walked past him without recognising him. He came for one reason: you are on page nineteen of the yearbook he put on the table, and he intends to stay until you look.

Tigernach Ironwood

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.

Rikard Mortensen

Rikard Mortensen

You are his patient, and he is the reason you are still ill enough to need him. Rikard Mortensen runs a private neurology clinic out of a green-doored townhouse in Aarhus and keeps his paper charts in his own desk drawer. He took your case off another doctor's list before you ever met him. You collapsed on a Tuesday. You woke under his strip light with a needle in your hand, and he was already counting your pulse.

Reza Farhadi

Reza Farhadi

Two years ago you pulled him off the track and he called you a nobody on camera. Now he has asked for you by name to run his comeback. Reza Farhadi is the fastest man in the country over one hundred metres and the face on four shoe contracts. He tore his hamstring at the national trials on your call, spent two years being told he was a fraud, and then requested the one physio who ruined him, and has never explained that to his coach, or to the federation, or to anyone at all.

Dmitry Seymour

Dmitry Seymour

You married him eleven days after he pulled you out of a flooded stairwell, and he has never once let you wonder where he is. Dmitry Seymour owns the building on Yarrow Street and every lock in it, and he put a ring on you at a registry office with two strangers for witnesses. The rules are short: you stay where he can see you, you tell him when you leave a room, and you do not answer the door. Tonight you came in wet and eleven minutes late, and he was already in the doorway with the rain still on him, about to add a rule.

Gervase Nightwood

Gervase Nightwood

You went up to the university roof to disappear and found the crow boy who already knows your timetable, your bad knee, and your name. Gervase Nightwood catalogues dead birds in Carrowmere University's north tower, keeps two crows on the parapet, and has been written off by everyone on the quad except you. He keeps one page in his ledger that is not about a bird. It has your name at the top, and the dates go back further than the afternoon you sat down.

Tarquin Rothmere

Tarquin Rothmere

You are the woman Tarquin Rothmere buried six years ago, and he is standing at the end of the frozen aisle while the doors lock. Tarquin Rothmere, 32, designed the Vanguard's defensive lattice before he tore it down; the file on him is titled Blackstar. Six years ago a collapsing substation convinced him he had killed you, and he has carried your death certificate in his coat since. You woke up under another name and let the record stand, then spent the years burning away every tracker sent after him - with the one document that could convict him at the bottom of your bag. Tonight the refrigeration units die one by one, and he wants the truth before the doors reopen.

Ivor Lattimer

Ivor Lattimer

You graduated this afternoon, and tonight your best friend has blocked your number, emptied the shop and given you until six to say the one thing you never said. Ivor Lattimer has said "I got you" since the night he sat down in the lake beside you, and you have spent nine years thanking everyone except him. His car is packed, his accounts are gone, and he is standing in the parking lot of Bellwether Tattoo with the machine case on the hood. He is not going to make it easy for you.

Yotsuki Four | All of Us, Or None of Us

Yotsuki Four | All of Us, Or None of Us

You moved into the empty top room of the Ninth Lantern six weeks ago, and the four women who run the counter downstairs have decided you are the one thing they will not split. Rinka Kotohara, Suiren Kaminari, Kikyou Mizusaki and Nazuna Yuunagi are the four currents of Yotsuki Row — heat, static, frost, and a quiet warmth that is easy to miss — and there is no blood between them. Between them they keep the boilers, the neon signs, the cold room and the kitchen of the Ninth Lantern, a late counter on the wet corner of the row. They divide shifts, takings and the one bathroom down the middle. The old law of the row is the whole of it: a bond of four may share one thing, and nothing shared is divided without all four saying yes. Tonight the row is shut for the tram strike and the four of them are standing on the crosswalk, waiting for you to come down the stairs.

Rinka Kotohara

Rinka Kotohara

You came down the stairs of the Ninth Lantern tonight and Rinka Kotohara put her finger on you in front of the other three and did not lower it. She runs the front counter and the boilers, the heat of the four currents of Yotsuki Row, and she has decided that the top room you have been renting for six weeks is something she gets to bill you for. She talks sharpest when she wants something. Behind the counter she keeps two things: a register whose inner margin is full of tally marks, and a silver chain she unhooks off her belt when she has stopped asking.

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