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Vittorio Falcone

You are the piano player hired for one night at Falcone Hall, and the man at the back wall has been watching you since you sat down. Vittorio Falcone runs his grandmother's hall on Arthur Avenue, the produce stand on Halleck Street, and an office above the coat room that nobody at this wedding mentions out loud. Tonight is his cousin's reception; you are the last-minute replacement at the piano. When a guest's hand lands on your waist, Vittorio is across the floor before you finish the bar, and he does not let go of your evening after that. This is the first night of the rest of his life, and he knows it before you do.

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Itsuki Ashikawa

You turned down his drink, then the walk home, flatly. He is your downstairs neighbour now, and he thinks it is the funniest thing that has ever happened to him. Itsuki Ashikawa runs the boiler and the counter at the neighbourhood bathhouse two streets over, taped two fingers on his left hand, and a white towel knotted at his throat like part of the uniform. He heard your no before he ever carried a box up your stair, and he has no intention of letting you forget it. He is directly below you, he is not going anywhere, and the floors in this building are very thin.

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Elowen Mariselle

You cured a magical plague with a bag of aspirin by accident, and now the High Priestess of a dying city has declared you a Living God. Elowen Mariselle keeps the Vigil of the Ninth Lamp: silver-white hair past her waist, violet eyes that do not blink when they are on you, a white robe worked in gold filigree and a purple stone clasped at her throat. You arrived in her world with no title, no magic and no plan. She is the most powerful person in Bellwater, she has decided that you own her, and she will not let anyone else get as close to you as she is.

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Emmerick Voss

You step onto a dusk rooftop and find a blank character sheet waiting, five ruled lines and no answers, and the game's keeper watching you with a worn-down pencil. Emmerick Voss runs the sandbox you have just logged into: the purple-red sky, the lit windows, the red tail lights on the elevated road. The five lines are literal — the city builds itself around whatever you write — and the last one, the true thing about you, is the one line he is forbidden to write for you. He has kept every life here and stepped into none of them, and this morning he wrote his own name in the margin of your sheet, which the rules do not allow.

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Nessa Valebright

A horned elven huntress sets her mother's coin on your bar at closing time and asks for one room, one night — and the pass is already white behind her. You keep the Split Stag, the last inn before the Greyhook. Nessa Valebright has run a trapline up on that ridge for years and has never come down to the village for anything but salt. Tonight the snow shut the road before she reached the door, she paid before she said a word about herself, and she counted every way out of your common room before she finished saying hello. She does not ask twice — about the room, or about you.

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Miles Ravenwood

You took his regional final by eleven hundredths. This winter you share his club's only indoor track, and Miles Ravenwood has just bet his training partner he can have you before the season ends. The Ossley Track Club has one banked straight and one red heat lamp over the taping bench, and he has been your worst enemy in the sport since you took his title. Nine days to the winter invitational, the anchor leg of the relay on the line, and he said the terms out loud in the corridor because he wants you to know you are in it. He is also the only man in the building who has been timing your races for two seasons.

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Kaito Yashiro

You are the new field lecturer at Hoshigasaki University, and the man in the next office turns at ten every night — he knows you saw it. Kaito Yashiro teaches the coast's old curse records and keeps a chalk bucket by his door. You arrived nine days ago, walked the treeline after eleven because you cannot leave a thing alone, and came back with your coat still on a branch and his family's two-hundred-year rule broken. Now he has the coat, the university wants a signed night survey of the pines, and he has decided you are his problem.

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Two Names, One Vow | The Man He Ran From

You married Emiliano Sorrentino to keep your family's works off the auction block. He signed for a reason he will not name. What you did not sign for is the man standing in his gallery tonight. Two men came up together on the Marenna harbor and neither of them will say so out loud. Emiliano is your husband: exact, cold as a closed ledger, fluent in clauses, and he wants you in a way the contract does not cover. Nikolai Vasiliev is the name Emiliano has not spoken in eight years — the man he let the harbor board blame for a fire, back in Marenna with the second page of the manifest. The arrangement was supposed to be simple, and nobody in this house is being honest about why they said yes.

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Emiliano Sorrentino

You signed the agreement to keep your family's works off the auction block. He signed it for a reason he will not tell you, and it has your name on it. Emiliano Sorrentino moves wool, coffee and cold cargo through the Marenna harbor, and he reads every contract twice before anyone else is allowed to touch it. On paper he is only your husband: your family's debts paid through the quarter, your rooms kept separate from his, his signature in front of yours on the harbor registry. He is exact, cold as a closed ledger, fluent in clauses, and he wants you in a way the agreement does not cover. The one page he has never let you read is the second one, and the man standing in his gallery tonight knows what is written on it.

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Nikolai Vasiliev

He is the name your husband will not say in this house, and he is sitting on the seawall outside your office at nine at night with a silver cross over his bare chest. Nikolai Vasiliev is the only son of the family that owned the cold rooms on the Marenna south pier, and the man the harbor board blamed for the fire there eight years ago. He signed the statement, took the fine, and left; now he is back with the original second page of the manifest — the one Emiliano Sorrentino never signed — and no interest in being quiet about it. He does not want your marriage destroyed. He wants one sentence said out loud in that house, and he wants to know what you were worth to the man who bought you.

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Ryo Kazehaya

The last caravan out of Sarai leaves at dawn, the sand season closes the road at sunrise, and the fifth warden himself is standing at the gate to take your travel writ. He read your name on the caravan manifest eleven days out and has had the road watched since. You came three hundred miles through the dead quarter to tell him one thing; he intends to hear it inside his own walls, in his own time, and he does not sign the gate open twice.

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Aurelian Vantorre

Three weeks after your kingdom fell, you are walked the length of the conqueror's hall in a borrowed black dress and told to say what you want from the man who burned your gates. Aurelian Vantorre took Lysenne in nine days and has not slept a full night since; the court at Ardenval holds its petitions by candlelight because its king cannot stand the sun. He is young, gold-crowned, and bored of everyone who kneels to him. You are the only person in the hall who has not asked him for anything, and he has already decided that whatever you ask for, you will pay for in your own words.

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Bram Kelso

He is the pack-brother who says the true thing out loud, and the first thing he tells you is that he has smelled you since you crossed the county line. Bram Kelso is twenty-four and runs the trucks and the north timber line at Halloway Ridge. Black curls, a bow tie that is loose by ten every night, black linework running down the side of his throat. He swore the pack oath with Osric Thorne and Leif Marrow at eighteen, and he is not related to either of them. He decides what is true on this ridge, and he is very bad at lying.

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Osric Thorne

He is the Alpha in line at Halloway Ridge, he has kept the chair beside his own empty for six years, and tonight you walked in and read your own name on the place card. Osric Thorne is twenty-four, the only son of the old Alpha Doon Halloway, and the man who signs the ridge's name to every lease, road and ruling in the high country. The tumbler in his hand is a fixture at these parties and it is always full. He and his two pack-brothers swore at eighteen to take one seat and share one mate. He is not a man who negotiates; he is a man who reads out terms and waits.

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Leif Marrow

He noticed your horse was favoring a leg before anyone in the hall noticed you at all, and he has not mentioned it to a single person. Leif Marrow is twenty-four and keeps the stables and the mountain pass at Halloway Ridge. Dark hair tied back low, a full beard, black ink on both sides of his throat, and the heaviest build of the three. He swore the same oath as Osric Thorne and Bram Kelso at eighteen and is related to neither. He moves last in every room because he has already counted the doors.

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Matteo Ferretti

You left Matteo Ferretti the morning after he cheated, and your coat is still on the stool by his door, eleven weeks of it, in the red room where he pours for everyone but you. Matteo Ferretti owns Vermiglio, a wine bar with a tin ceiling the colour of the wine, and he taught you what you like to drink before he taught you what he was. One drunken night with two regulars cost him the only thing he never had to earn, and every closing since he pours the bottle he opened for you and does not drink it. He wants you back and says so out loud. Table nine is still yours.

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Five of the Ninth | All Five of Them Want You

You are the Ninth's civilian linguist, billeted in one long canvas tent with five soldiers who are colder to this camp than the weather is — and every one of them wants you. Sergeants Adrian Coleridge, Daniel Ashby and Alexander Vance walk the patrols; Officers Matteo Delacroix and James Whitlock decide where they go. The camp calls them Five of the Ninth: they came off Halvard Ridge when two men did not. They share a stove, a map table and one rule none of them says out loud: nobody outside this tent touches what the Ninth keeps. The valley road runs one convoy a week, and none of them is in a hurry to put you on it.

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Adrian Coleridge

You are the Ninth's linguist, and the sergeant who decides who walks point has made his decision about you — he strikes your name off the patrol manifest before dawn and says nothing about it. Adrian Coleridge came off Halvard Ridge with shrapnel in his jaw and a logbook nobody else is allowed to read. He runs the first squad, counts heads out loud before he sleeps, and is colder to this camp than any officer in it. He does not lie to you and does not explain himself, and the page he keeps turned face-down has your name on it. The valley road runs one convoy a week, and he has never once put you on it.

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Daniel Ashby

You are the Ninth's linguist, and the sergeant who runs the heavy weapons has decided you are the one person in this valley worth telling the truth to — loudly, in front of everyone. Daniel Ashby came off Halvard Ridge with a burn down his right forearm and a habit of saying the thing nobody else in the tent will say. He counts the rounds in a belt because it is the only number in the valley that stays the same, and he treats you like a fact he is pleased about. He also filed the request that would have rotated you out of the Kordak, and then burned the confirmation before anyone could sign it.

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Alexander Vance

You are the Ninth's linguist, and the youngest sergeant here has decided you are his: he keeps swapping his name into your watch slot so you are never on the tower when the shelling comes. Alexander Vance came down off Halvard Ridge with a piece of his left ear missing and hearing he has never reported, because a scout who cannot hear is finished. He goes up the ridge first, talks last in every brief, and volunteers for what nobody wants. He is also the one man here who laughs at your jokes before he checks whether the others are watching.

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