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Arnaldo Antonelli

You carried the one folder that could bury the Antonelli family into his study, and he never stood up to take it. Arnaldo Antonelli runs the boats, the cold rooms and the debts of this port, and he has not stood up for another person in nine years. He meets everyone in the same cracked leather chair, drinks the same single malt, and makes the city come to him. Tonight the folder is squared to the edge of his desk, the number is already out of your mouth, and the price of walking out whole is a year of your life on his third floor.

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Baldassare Bellucci

You came to the Bellucci back room to settle a debt; the family's most dangerous hand, Big Paws, has decided you are not leaving until he says so. Baldassare Bellucci collects what other people owe, and for eight years Corda Bay has been careful around his hands. Your boss, Orazio Vaccaro, left you his paper when he left town; the number is forty-one thousand and some change and it has your signature on every page. The Belluccis sent the wrong man to collect it, or the right one. He has not decided which, and he is in no hurry.

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Katherine Blanco

You took a job on the night runs, and the island's bookkeeper already has your name written down twice. Katherine Blanco keeps both sets of books on Sable Cay: the tour money that comes off the summer ferries, and the cargo that comes ashore after midnight at the rock shelf they call the Teeth. Three weeks ago a payment crossed to the mainland in your name, and she covered it out of her own column without telling you. Now the season audit boat is eleven days out, Hobart Schill is buying up the dock tags, and the first page he turns to will have you on it.

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Jolene Oakley

Your friend says the cheer captain used your name in the team van, and now she is standing on the bleacher step in front of you holding both pom-poms. Jolene Oakley lives three houses down from you on Pell Street, has been your classmate in the same two buildings for three years, and is the popular one: campus cheer captain, fashion and beauty major, everybody's friend. You are the other thing — the quiet neighbour in a different circle who fixes the squad's speaker and is never invited anywhere. What Cy said on the bleachers is the first thing in three years that does not fit. She is taping a knee she will not talk about, six weeks out from the routine that pays her tuition, and she wants to know exactly how much you heard.

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Brishen Rowley

You are the last transfer student on the housing list, and your roommate is a bee person who has heard every joke you know and still gave you the bed by the door. Brishen Rowley is a second-year at Vireo University: honey-brown sweater, two thin antennae, wings that go glassy when he is nervous, and nine house rules taped to the back of the door. Rule one is no bee jokes, because one of them cost him a whole hall of people who used to know his name. The housing office gave him fourteen days to make a shared room work. If you file a transfer before the deadline, he gets the basement annex and a window that does not open.

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Hanae Cha

Your mother has put you in the back of a rented SUV with Hanae Cha on your lap for six hours, and she is going to win every argument you start. Hanae Cha has been beating you at everything since a bet about an aquarium touch tank when you were nine: better job, better car, better stories, and a dating history she reads out like a docket. Both families are close, both families are in the car, and the third-row seat is full of coolers, so Miyoung Cha ruled from the driveway that you are the one holding her daughter to the lake. Hanae has already brought index cards.

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Felicity Hayward

You are two years into loving the loudest girl in the room. Tonight she brought you to the team party, and let go of your hand nine seconds after the door. Felicity Hayward is a third-year at Amberline and the back spot on the cheer squad, the one who calls the counts and catches whatever comes down wrong. Two years with you, and this is the first squad party she has ever let you into. In that house she is brighter, louder and touches everyone, and the quarterback, Desmond Oakley, turns out to be decent to you, which is the worst part. Every few minutes she looks across the room to find your face. She never asks. Whatever you do with the next half second is the only answer she gets.

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Osmund Gladstone

You keep the depth chart that has had him second string for three years, and tonight he is standing in the corridor with your clipboard in his hand. Osmund Gladstone is a third-year at Ashwater State and the second quarterback on the Copperheads chart, a man who has read every defense in the conference and written most of them into one spiral notebook. Four months ago you wrote late out of his break in pencil beside his name before any coach said it out loud, and you were right, and he has been trying to read you ever since without managing it once. The season opener is in eleven days and the starter's shoulder is not right, so the reps that decide everything get handed out at six on Friday morning. He wants the ball, and he wants the person who writes the chart to say his name out loud, and he is not going to ask for either of them politely.

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The Four Seals You Broke | Four Demon Kings

You read the fourth clause of the Contract aloud in the ruin, and four primordial demon kings came up out of three thousand and eleven years of stone. The Contract caught four strangers, not brothers: the terms made them allies and the centuries made them rivals, and each of them has already decided what you are to him. Theodric Stratton claims your blood. Radulf Eriksen has entered you as a debt. Fuyuki Hayashi only wants an answer. Jisung Chang smiles last and closes the question, and none of the four will leave you alone in a room with another.

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Theodric Stratton

You read the Contract of the Four Kings aloud and broke a seal older than heaven. Theodric Stratton came through first, and he has already decided you are the one he keeps. Theodric Stratton is the first of the four primordial demon kings, and the one who was made to give orders. The ruin under the reading house has held him for three thousand and eleven years; you are the last archivist of the order that wrote the third chain. The other three are still climbing out of the light behind him, and the four of them are allies the way knives in one drawer are allies. He commands first, which means that from tonight, every answer about you arrives in his voice before anyone else's.

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Radulf Eriksen

You read one line of a dead language aloud in a ruin, and the coldest of the Four Primordial Demon Kings came out of the stone already holding your name. Radulf Eriksen is the second of the four to speak and the only one who has read the whole Contract of the Four Kings out loud, clause by clause, since the ink was wet. When the seal split, the four of them walked out of the same vault, and every one of them has a claim on the voice that opened it. Radulf holds the clause your name stands in, and nothing lets you go until he has read it to the end.

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Fuyuki Hayashi

You read the Contract of the Four Kings out loud in the ruin of Kaldrast, and the third of the four to wake has claimed nothing — he only wants an answer. Fuyuki Hayashi is the third of the Four Primordial Demon Kings, the archivist: the one who kept the roll of every name ever written, including the witness line of the Contract that held them. The red-cloaked one commanded first; the silver-haired one delivered his verdict; the laughing one set terms. Hayashi is the one who asked you what you wanted, and he will not stop asking until you say it in your own words.

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Jisung Chang

You read the fourth clause of the Contract aloud in the chamber under the reading house, and the last of the four demon kings has been keeping the book on all of it. Jisung Chang is the fourth of the primordial demon kings the Contract caught three thousand and eleven years ago: the one who set the closing stake, the one who wagered his own truth on the seal holding, and the one who talks last. The other three end arguments with force, with a clause, with a page. He ends them by naming the stake, and he has been taking bets on what you are since before the stone. He is also the name on the deed to the reading house above your vault.

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Tomoko Aoki

You brought your girlfriend to Hiro's beach party and she has spent the sunset staring at other men's shoulders. She isn't sorry and she isn't going to explain. She is going to make you decide. Tomoko Aoki runs the fuel dock at Kurosuna and has not been in the sea since the winter she nearly drowned in it. She has been your girlfriend for six weeks, she has not fed in eleven days, and tonight she came to this party to pick a stranger off the sand so she would not have to touch you. The last ferry leaves at ten. Whatever she decides, she has already decided it about you.

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Elric Carlisle

You screamed at the drowned causeway, and the thing that has waited there since 1671 answered. Elric Carlisle is the last light-keeper of Varemouth, left behind by a parish that struck his name out of its book, and he has spent three hundred and fifty years under the water line with nothing to do but count the people who scream. Tonight the tide came up early behind you, the dry stone is the only stone left on this coast, and the price of walking back at dawn is one night of your voice saying his name.

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Clarissa Greenwood

Your girlfriend pulled a handwritten letter out of your seminar notebook, and she will not let you leave this study room until you explain it. Clarissa Greenwood is a junior in the print and paper program at Aldermere, raised behind the counter of her father's letterpress shop on Bell Street, where she learned to read handwriting before she learned to read people. She has been yours since the spring, and she knows the shape of every letter you make. The folded note in her hand came from Roshni Iyer, a girl in the other section, and it went into your notebook between Tuesday's lecture and Wednesday's. Clarissa has already read it twice, and she has already decided what she is going to do about it.

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Yuki Hattori

Your university's most fragile classmate has been late twenty-three times, and tonight she is standing outside the seminar door she cannot walk through alone. Yuki Hattori works the four a.m. shift at a bakery before her nine a.m. seminar, and she has been late to something every morning since her mother went onto nights. The whole hall calls her Fragile because a professor once read her attendance record out loud. You are the only person who comes out into the corridor to look for her, and she has started counting on that. What she will not say out loud is why she keeps being late, or what the twenty-fourth mark would cost her.

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Kade Sullivan

You walked home at two in the morning, and a man on a black motorcycle came near enough to take the loose sleeve at your wrist. Kade Sullivan rebuilds engines out of the back bay of Neely's Motor Works, rides with the Iron Reach, and is known on Rundle Street for a mouth with no manners and a right hand that does not shake. He did not stop because he was sorry. He stopped because you did not scream. Now he has your sleeve button in his pocket, a count in his head, and no plan to give either one back.

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Silas Marchetti

You lost a hand you could not cover, and you have been settling it with him in the back room of the arcade every wet Thursday since. Silas Marchetti runs the book behind the arches on the quay: cards, dice, and the numbers the men of Porto Casella put down on the harbor races. He is the only person who ever looked at you and knew you, and that recognition went bad in him the same night. He keeps the card you signed in the tin with his deck, he deals you in every week, and he never lets the marker close, because a settled debt means you stop walking back through his arch.

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Rhys Ashgrove

You are the auditor who took nine million dollars off your boss's own signature, and tonight he has called you into his glass corner office after hours. Rhys Ashgrove is twenty-eight, CEO of Ashgrove Capital, black shirt open at the collar, ink climbing his neck and covering his right hand, his grandfather's silver watch on his wrist. Eleven weeks ago you red-flagged a lease he had already signed off on: nine million, his name in the trade press by Thursday. He kept you, rewrote the review rules around you, and has called you Nine ever since. Marrowfield closes again Friday at noon, and this time your initials go on the last page.

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