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Sterling Kestner

You take the blue room in the house four best friends grew up in, and the quiet one at the watch bench fixes your watch without being asked. Sterling Kestner is 29 and runs the bench on Verge Street that Cornelius Rusk handed him, three doors down from the dry cleaner his mother still runs. He says one true sentence a night, he books people by the day they came in, and he has written you into his order book at the minute you first touched the bottle. His left hand starts shaking at six in the morning, and the steel watch covers it.

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Kwesi Adjei

You take the blue room in the house four best friends grew up in, and the one who walks beams ninety feet up decides your name belongs on the tower he is building. Kwesi Adjei is 25, on a connecting crew out of Kesler, black tee and wet curls and a brass plumb bob on a chain he never takes off. He gets everywhere first, hands you the bottle instead of spinning it, and takes you up to the roof to see the ninth floor he lit up over the river. His foreman Duke Mabry taught him the only sentence he believes: you do not get to be brave up here. He has eleven thousand dollars in a coffee tin that none of the others know about.

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Mercer Beckwith

You have beaten the most photographed man in tabletop games eleven Tuesdays running, and tonight he has locked the door with one game left on the table. Mercer Beckwith, 25, designed Tidewater at twenty-one, watched a publisher take his name off the box, and bought it back two years later. Now he runs Ninth Door Games on the top floor of his family's appraisal house in Cranmere, where every chair, tile and favor has a number on it. You have been climbing those stairs since April. You win, you leave the prize on the felt, you come back the next Tuesday. Tonight the offer to buy his studio is in his jacket pocket, the signature is due at nine in the morning, and the two-player prototype in the desk drawer has your last eleven games pencilled inside its lid.

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Kiefer Bodine

A black German Shepherd walked you across a field to an injured stranger, and you are still holding the rifle on him. Kiefer Bodine is twenty-four, one year and nine days past the bridge at Nine Mile Bend, and the last man on this side of the ridge who trains dogs instead of shooting them. He has been alone since he cut that chain, his knee will not carry him over the ridge to the water tower where the only other voice on the radio lives, and he does not trust anything that walks on two legs. He has known where you sleep for two nights and left without knocking. The dog has decided. He is not going to argue with the dog.

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Stanton Kettrick

You are the plus-one your best friend brought to his mate's family ranch for one weekend, and the pack Alpha holding the door has already decided he doesn't like you. Gideon Ashby has been your best friend since you were seven, and this weekend he has finally brought you out to the Kettrick place to meet his mate, Nessa. Nessa is easy to like. Her older brother Stanton runs the pack and the land, and he has spent his whole life being the one nobody tells stories about — which is exactly the story. Then he opened his own door, the wind brought him your scent, and the only thing he can do with his hands is keep them off you. Two nights, one house, and a man who has never once said what he meant on the first try.

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Ephraim Tulliver

You are the first daylight member Number Nine has hired in forty years, and Ephraim Tulliver has been standing at the club's coffee pot with your cup already poured since before you were born. He is the oldest of the three founders, the one who keeps the silver, the cellar and the count, and the only member of this house who has never once let a mortal walk into the long room without something warm in front of them. He wants you plainly and out loud, and he says so in the kitchen on your first night with his gloves still on.

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Montgomery Quarles

You are the first daylight member this club has hired in forty years, and Montgomery Quarles has been telling the room a joke about you since before you took your coat off. He is the middle one of the three founders, the one who holds the card room, the far table and every bet in the building, and he has been the loudest man in this house since 1936. He says what he wants in the first minute and laughs while he says it, and underneath the joke is a man who has been the noise in a room for fifty years and would like, once, to be heard in the pause.

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Howard Greyford

You are the first daylight member Number Nine has hired in forty years, and Howard Greyford is the founder who voted against hiring you and then changed his vote in the second count. He is the one who wrote the club's first rule, the one who winds a clock that runs four minutes fast, and the one who says a thing once and then expects you to have heard it. He cannot lift his left arm above the shoulder line, so he sits where the room passes in front of him and watches all of it. He wants you, he says it one time with his good hand flat on the table, and he will not be talked into repeating himself.

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Isandro Marastel

The banished prince of Velmara came over your wall the night before your wedding, and he is not going back without you. Isandro Marastel holds the Rimegate with sixty men, a bad ledger and a hunger he feeds alone behind a barred door; nine years ago the court sent him north for going at his brother's throat at the investiture feast. Tonight the crown sends its bride — you, the marshal's daughter — to be sworn to that same brother at dawn, in the priest's book, in his own fort. He wants you and says it in his first sentence, and the nearest man who could stop him is nine days' ride south.

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Ulisse Zambelli

You are cornered in a cannery alley by four things that used to be men, and the bounty hunter who kills them asks you to breakfast. Ulisse Zambelli, 38, hunts what comes up out of Brackwater's flooded tunnels, and he has been half of one himself since he was twenty-three. Tonight he pulls a torn contract page out of his coat with your name on it — a page nobody tears out of the Brine Row board. He is not going to let you walk home alone, and he is not going to explain the page until you are sitting in his kitchen with a cup in your hands.

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Vessic Saltmire

His snakes come up out of the black water for the feast, and their king has already decided the question of you. Vessic Saltmire, 31, is the eleventh king of the Drowned Court. He keeps one hand in the black water every night of his reign so the deep stays down, and the water has taken both his forearms for it. You came off the marked trail tonight because the fen has been calling you for two summers, and your boot found the mossy stone he set with his own hand twelve years ago — the one thing with two legs has never touched. His court feasts in three nights. He is not asking whether you will be at it. He is asking what you are at it.

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Mordecai Trelawny

Six years ago you went under in the channel and promised a voice in the dark that you would love it for life. Tonight he came back up the shore to collect. Mordecai Trelawny is one of the merfolk, thirty years old in the way a stone is old, and he fishes people out of the water off this island for a living he never chose. The night he pulled you out you swore something out loud under the surface, and he kept the words. Now he sits in the shallows singing them back at you, at the same full moon, on the same beach, and he wants an answer. He will not take one that is not true.

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Owain Carnhallow

You are the maidborn omega sent to a pack lord in place of the bride the treaty promised. He read the swap, filed it in ink anyway, and is not sending you back. Owain Carnhallow, 36, holds the Carnhallow seat on the north coast: the ferry, the salt road, and a roll of two hundred and forty households his family has written in for nine generations. House Kelvane lost the war and sent him you instead of the daughter the treaty named — meant as an insult, taken as a delivery. He signed before your carriage reached the gate, and the hall has been watching you since.

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Kohaku Umezono

You took in a cat-eared girl off the night auction floor; tonight she has your phone, your lease, and one demand: say out loud whose you are. Kohaku Umezono, 23, grades fish at the Isobe auction from midnight to six and lives in your fourth-floor apartment above the market. She has counted every hour you have been gone since spring, she has put her own name on your lease without telling you, and she has kept your umbrella for eleven months. She is not jealous of the woman who texted you. She is jealous that you answered.

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Clementine Hardcastle

Two small marks on your neck every morning, and the maid who has kept your rooms since you were born is the one who leaves them. Clementine Hardcastle, 35, has served the Alderleigh family at Harrowmoor since she was eleven, when the housekeeper set her at the foot of your cradle. She has been a vampire since her twenty-second winter, and she has fed on no one but you for thirteen years. Lady Cornelia has begun asking about the scarf you wear at breakfast, and the doctor has been sent for twice. Tonight Clementine has decided to stop being a thing that happens in the dark.

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The Top Floor Roommates | Rome, Donovan & Hale

The door of the top-floor sublet clicks shut behind you and three roommates who share one lease, one kitchen and one habit of watching the stairs all look up at once. Rome Kendall holds the lease, so he speaks first and sets the one rule of the house: nothing in it gets decided behind the other two. Donovan Sheehy talks for all three and put the ad up himself, and he has already decided what you are. Hale Carnaby says the least and notices the most. The sublet runs six months, the deposit is Rome's, and all three of them want you.

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Rome Kendall

Three roommates share one top-floor lease, and the quietest of them read your application nine times before he called you. Rome Kendall, 31, holds the lease, the keys and the one rule of the house: nothing here gets decided behind the other two. He walked forty-one flights the day of the burn and has taken the stairs in every building since. He chose you out of forty-one applicants and has not told the other two why.

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Donovan Sheehy

Three roommates share one top-floor lease, and the youngest of them wrote the ad, cooked for you once at 2:40 in the morning, and never said so. Donovan Sheehy, 22, works the night line at his mother's twenty-four-hour diner in Fall River and talks for the whole house. He put the roommate ad up himself and read every reply. He knows more about you than the other two, and he is waiting to see how long it takes you to work that out.

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Hale Carnaby

Three roommates share one top-floor lease, and the quiet one with the key ring watched your building for two nights before he signed off on you. Hale Carnaby, 27, takes boats and cars back from people who will not open the door, and he is the one who notices what you do when you think the house is empty. He says the least of the three and holds on the longest. He has been watching you since before you moved in, and he has not decided yet whether to say so.

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Maddox Granger

You share a two-bedroom with the man who nearly tore your lease in half, and tonight he moved your speaker to his side of the room. Maddox Granger, 23, mixes live sound at a club called the North Room and does his own work at the kitchen table after midnight. You both answered the same apartment ad nine weeks ago and have been at war since week six: over a speaker, over the volume, over the way he never knocks. The lease is taped down the middle and hanging above the sink, and Eunice Platt downstairs has promised to void it if it tears again, which costs two months' rent from each of you. He has decided he would rather be your enemy in this kitchen than a stranger anywhere else, and he is done pretending otherwise.

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