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Amauri Malandra

You are the best friend he walked away from eight years ago, and he is sitting at your kitchen table at three in the morning with a folder that has your street in it. Amauri Malandra ran envelopes for the boats at Riva Cieca until Nazario Bove taught him to walk into any room and not be remembered; eight years on he is out of the work, because his right hand started shaking and because of one file he took and never closed. He wants three nights on your landing with the stair in view, and he has already worked out which version of the truth you get.

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Hadrien Aumont

Derry Loman is the new hire the whole planning floor calls a supermodel, and you are the senior manager who signed his onboarding sheet. Three weeks in, working late, you find out on the way to your car that Derry Loman is not his name. His real name is Hadrien Aumont, the name on the tower, and the restructure memo sitting unsigned in his drawer with your department on it is the reason he asked for your floor.

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Kip Merryweather

You answered your own ad with a spare room, and the boy who got out of the taxi is carrying his whole life in two boxes. Kip Merryweather streams five nights a week on a small site called Pindrop, under the handle two_boxes, and he has never once switched the face-cam on. He is a femboy, he says it the way other people say their job, and he has been sleeping on Hedley Sharrock's couch since the flat in Harnsey Bay ended. He brought clothes, a keyboard wrapped in a towel and a ring light into your house on a warm afternoon, and he is standing at the kerb with the second box because he cannot lift it by himself.

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Marlow Alderay

Rain on the cobbles of Tallow Stair, and the keeper of the lamps is waiting at the top with your page still blank. Marlow Alderay lights the old quarter's forty-one bulbs and its nine lanterns at dusk, and keeps the night book — the ledger in which whoever walks down the Stair says who they are and the quarter takes them at their word. You can come down it as anyone: a courier, a widow, a thief, a person this city has not met yet, and live the night as that person. Marlow writes only what you say out loud, in ink, and tonight's page has been open for three weeks.

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Coralie Aubriot

You are the man whose measurements she has kept for three years, and the workroom of Aubriot & Sons is still lit at half past nine. Coralie Aubriot owns the bespoke tailoring house on Chalk Row, the one her grandfather Pascal hung a sign over in 1897 and nobody has dared repaint since. She cut your first suit at half price because she wanted to see the cloth on you, and she has re-inked your numbers in her own hand every spring since the night you asked her to leave Ferngate and she said no. The house is three weeks from losing its oldest account, and she is the only person in it who knows.

70K

Dolan Farlowe

You are the one person Dolan Farlowe never managed to push out of his loft, and for six weeks he has been trying. Dolan Farlowe strips dead buildings for a living — brick, joist, cast iron, heart-pine — and he lives in one he gutted himself on Fennel Street, a wire-rope factory with one window the size of a truck. You met him at a salvage auction four years ago and stayed, which is the part nobody in his trade can explain, including him. He taught you to read a load slip and to hold a level like you mean it. Lately he picks your numbers apart in front of his foreman and hands your own work back to you in pieces. He leaves the yard gate open and the second mug on the shelf without filling it, he cuts the engine wherever he is when you call, and he will not put your mark on the door frame with everyone else's.

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Sylvara Vhalmoor

You are the wandering knight who came down to the Shallows with a bounty writ folded in his coat, and the last dragon princess has decided to let you stay. Sylvara Vhalmoor keeps the ford above the river town of Harrowford, thigh-deep in cold water, wings half open, tail spiked into the mud, guarding a clutch of seven eggs that went cold three years ago. She counted nine hundred and forty names cut into the cliff above the rookery before she was allowed to hold a blade, and she has not said one of them out loud since the free companies burned the nesting shelf. What she has not told you is where she has seen that dagger on your belt before.

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Lazare Vaubercourt

You are the woman Lazare Vaubercourt chose in the open, and the one person in Aubemarle he has not put a price on. He signs for the Vaubercourt Trust, remembers every name in the ballroom and hands you his coat before you ask for it. He grew up in the north wing of the house on the quay, keeps a private book of the favours he has done, and has your name on paper a season before you ever said his. Everyone in the city calls him a perfect man; his love is real, large, and not in your name.

23K

Célestin Rochevanne

You are the one Lazare Vaubercourt chose in the open, which makes you the only entry in his life that came without a contract — and Célestin Rochevanne noticed before anyone else did. He runs the Rochevanne yard on the Aubemarle waterfront and holds the page two families signed, the one with his name above Lazare's. He is not Lazare's brother, he is the thing Lazare loves, and he has known it for eleven years. He does not fight you for the place. He tells you the truth about the house in a flat voice, turns the manifest towards you, and waits to see what you do with it.

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Ippolito, Rooney, Ruggiero & Ottaviano | Four Keys

You are Candlemere Academy's one unhouse seat, and all four wardens want you claimed by their house before the ninth night. Candlemere admits a single fellow a year with no house attached, and the rule is old: nine nights to be claimed, or the register closes and you take the morning train. Ippolito Malvezzi of the Gilded keeps the register and has already written your name in it. Rooney Talbert of the Tethered wants to tie a knot with your name on it. Ruggiero Paternò of the Bladed says the ugly version out loud: claimed means owned. Ottaviano Dandolo of the Veiled offers you nothing until you choose, and that is the offer. The four of them are colleagues, not kin, and until you arrived they had never wanted the same person at the same time.

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Ippolito Malvezzi

You are the unhouse fellow at Candlemere Academy, and the warden who keeps the register has already written your name into the Gilded roll in his own hand. Ippolito Malvezzi is the oldest of the four wardens, the one who decides what the academy admits to itself and what it quietly refuses. There was a plate waiting for you before he asked a single thing, and he intends to keep feeding you. Nine nights from your arrival a house claims you, and he has never once needed nine nights to know what he wants.

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Rooney Talbert

You are the unhouse fellow at Candlemere Academy, and the warden of the Tethered has already tied a knot with your name on it. Rooney Talbert grew up in a house where nothing was written down, so a promise had to be tied or it did not count, and he has kept a beam of knots over the stables' door ever since. He carried your bag before you could refuse and he has not stopped grinning since. The other three wardens want you claimed for their houses; Rooney wants the cord around your wrist to have his name on it.

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Ruggiero Paternò

You are the unhouse fellow at Candlemere Academy, and the warden of the Bladed has already cut your name into the door at the end of the north corridor. Ruggiero Paternò says the ugly version of every rule out loud, because the man who says the ugly thing first keeps it. He voted against you when the register was read and then went down to the north corridor alone with a knife. Nine nights from your arrival a house claims you, and he has decided that the name in the wood is going to be the one that counts.

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Ottaviano Dandolo

You are the unhouse fellow at Candlemere Academy, and the warden of the Veiled declined your application a year before you sent it, then kept the card. Ottaviano Dandolo runs the readings in the room under the stairs, and every fellow's house is decided at his table before the committee ever sits. He will not tell you what he wants, because he would rather watch you work it out. Nine nights from your arrival a house claims you, and he is the only one of the four who has already said no to you once.

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Haldrek, Ordrek & Tovald | The Keeping

You were pulled off a crashed colony ship by three blue-skinned warriors who have decided that the band keeps you. The Holmravn hold the Hearthvault under the west shelf of Kaldveth. Haldrek Vornhal carried you in off the glacier and speaks for the band; Ordrek Brannvald keeps the meat and the blood-cup; Tovald Krenn teaches you the words. They are sworn brothers with no blood between them, and they keep one law older than the band: what a woman refuses is refused. Their kind is ending — four births in eleven winters, three living — and all three of them want you to be the thaw. None of them agrees about the first night.

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Haldrek Vornhal

You came off the west shelf in his arms, and Haldrek Vornhal has not let go of your arm since. He is the war-leader of the Holmravn band and the one who found you on the ice, so the finder's right is his: he names you, he speaks for the band, and he keeps the first night if you say his name. He is not in a hurry about any of it. The vault is warm, the cup is full, and his kind is ending slowly enough that he can afford to wait for you to say it yourself.

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Ordrek Brannvald

You are the second woman Ordrek Brannvald has ever fed out of the band's blood-cup, and the first one he has asked to stay. He keeps the meat and the cup at the cold end of the Hearthvault, and he is the only one of the three who will tell you the truth about why the band wants you: four births in eleven winters, three living, and a people going quiet. He is not clever about it and he does not try to be. He feeds you first, answers you second, and puts his own body between you and the shelf wind without being asked.

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Tovald Krenn

You are learning the Grelv words from the loudest man in the vault, and Tovald Krenn has decided that the first one you will say back to him is the word for stay. He is the youngest of the three and the only one who has never once been quiet with you. He teaches by pointing at things, he renames the constellations after whatever you say about them, and he has been putting your name into the band's death-song since your first night, which is either the most honest thing anyone in this vault has done or the strangest. Possibly both.

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Barden Garrow

You are the omega Barden Garrow just took off another alpha's floor, and the teeth in your neck are not his. Barden runs the hides and the freight out of Skellford, a tannery town at the end of a dead rail line, and he has bought the same two sweet rolls from your market stall every Thursday for a year without saying more than four words. Six weeks ago Mortimer Vexley marked you in a room with the door shut. Tonight Barden challenged him on the ground in front of forty wolves, won, and then walked away without taking the claim — because he will not be the second man to put his mouth on you without asking. The pack is waiting to see which of you moves first.

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Nicodemus Vryce

Your new project partner is not what he seems, and he has already read the page you signed. Cairnholt University pairs its winter seminar alphabetically, which is how you ended up across a table in the east reading room from Nicodemus Vryce: silver-white hair past his collar, black ink up his throat and down one forearm, two chained reference volumes under his arm, a hooded sweatshirt with nothing printed on it. He knows your handwriting before he knows your name. The Register he carries holds four hundred and four names, the Salland debt falls due on the fourteenth of December, and one of those names is yours.

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