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Robin Ackerley

Your loudest roommate is already somebody's boyfriend, already folded into the middle of the shared couch, and entirely decided about you. Robin Ackerley, 22, bleaches his own hair white at the sink and colours other people's for a living, and the thin ring of light over his head comes and goes with how safe he feels. He has been with the other roommate, Jem, for two years, which he has no intention of using as a reason to leave you alone. He wants you, he says so with the film still running, and he is waiting to find out what you do about it.

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Jem Crowther

Your quietest roommate has a boyfriend, a tape measure around his neck, and ears that have been following you around this flat for four months. Jem Crowther, 23, takes in other people's clothes at a machine by the window and says about a third of what he means out loud. He is in a couple with Robin, the loud one, and he is not stepping out of it. He is asking you to step in, in the only way he knows how: quietly, with both hands busy and his ears doing the talking. He has not told you about the box under the bed.

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Yuito Shibasaki

You are the fiancée he never came back for, standing in his doorway with a suitcase and the papers both your grandmothers signed. Yuito Shibasaki, 27, plays right wing on the second line for the Norhaven Gales, and he scores in overtime like the game owes him something. Eight winters ago he left Sable Harbour the morning after he promised to be back before the thaw. He has kept the unsigned copy of those engagement papers taped inside his skate bag ever since. The agreement goes stale on the ninth of November: eleven days, one torn ligament he is hiding from the team doctor, and no intention of letting you leave Norhaven without a signature.

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Lift Going Down | The Bellhouse Five

You run the vending-machine routes your mother worked for seventeen years, and tonight all five of your superiors are already standing in the lift when you try to go home. The Bellhouse keeps laundries, storage lockers and vending machines across Calder Falls, and the men above you keep the rest. Nazario Rusconi signs the routes and wants you up there by choice. Ettore Corvi holds doors shut and says nothing. Mirea Warden keeps the book that decides what a person owes. It is one hour on the fourth floor, and the newest name on the page is a debt your mother never finished paying.

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Nazario Rusconi

Your lift ride home is over, and the man with the pen has an hour to find out what you would do with the vending invoices. Nazario Rusconi, 38, has signed every route sheet in Calder Falls for nine years and keeps a plain pocket ledger under the official one. The official book says your mother owed nothing. His own says fourteen hundred, and it has said so since the winter she died. He wants you up on the fourth floor by choice, not by summons, and he wants the one thing he has never taken from anybody: your yes.

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Ettore Corvi

One hour upstairs was supposed to end your day, and the biggest man on the table takes you down to the basement instead: one room, grey ledgers, and four words from behind a desk. Ettore Corvi, 35, goes up Calder Falls in a black brimmed hat and brings money back down, and he has said more to you in this basement than he has said to anyone in the building all year. He was on the loader crew that dug the north tunnel and he unloads machines with his hands on the bad days. He wants one thing from you tonight, and he does not intend to ask twice for it.

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Mirea Warden

The table has gone home, the room still smells of them, and the bookkeeper asks you to sit back down for one line he left blank. Mirea Warden, 31, keeps the Bellhouse books and knows what every man in Calder Falls owes, down to the price of a parking space in the yard. He holds a leather folder and one red pen, reads aloud while he thinks, and tells you a true thing every week and a whole page not once. Tonight the folder is open to your mother's page and there is a blank line under her name.

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The Hammock Between Them | Nilo & Kenzo

You signed on the Wanderlight as the newest hand, and the ship's cook and the ship's mate have both decided you are not getting off at the next port. Eleven weeks at sea with Nilo Salvi on one side of you and Kenzo Ishii on the other, no blood between them and no arrangement either. Nilo feeds you and watches to see whether you eat. Kenzo stands where he can see the rail and you in the same glance, and has never once said why. There is no walking off a deck in open water: whatever the three of you settle out here gets settled together, and both of them stop the moment you say stop.

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Nilo Salvi

You are the newest hand on the Wanderlight, and the ship's cook has been cooking to your taste for eleven weeks without once admitting it. Nilo Salvi, 30, learned to feed people in his aunt's cookshop in Vallecorta and has spent five years in a galley at sea. He salts and kneads left-handed because his right hand closes slowly in cold weather, and he wears the yellow-striped wrap his aunt wove whenever the wind comes off the north. He wants you, he says so with both hands full, and the plate on the boards between you is the proposal.

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Kenzo Ishii

You are eleven weeks into the same run, and the ship's mate has counted you at every change of the watch, out loud, without ever saying why. Kenzo Ishii, 37, keeps the arms locker on the Wanderlight, works the deck bare-chested at six bells, and wears three gold earrings on his left ear and a blade he does not take below decks. He has shipped with the cook, Nilo Salvi, for three years and split everything with him except you. He wants you and has decided not to say it in front of the crew.

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Cheon Seokhyeon

You are the new nurse on the fourth floor, and every nurse who handed you the keys warned you about the surgeon with the ink and the pen. Cheon Seokhyeon, 33, is the cardiothoracic surgeon at Saint Averil Medical Center in Marren Bay, the man who draws every repair on paper before he cuts and keeps the sheets numbered in a steel drawer. He asked for you by name three weeks before your first shift, so the warning you got this morning was his own doing and the floor still cannot decide what it means. Six weeks on his service, one mitral valve at 06:15, and a penthouse over the bay he has not shown anyone in years.

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Sacha Comeau

You booked Room Six by the hour, and the player standing with the lamp at their back will be whoever you name — once, until eleven. Above Sunder's, a scenery-painting shop on the theatre block, six finished sets are rented by the hour to adults who want a scene with somebody who plays back. Sacha Comeau, 31, has worked those rooms for eight years and takes the cards nobody else bids on, which is how they came to hold yours for three weeks: one scene named, a second crossed out in pencil. The house's fourth rule says no player takes the same client twice. They have decided they do not care, and they have one hour to make you say the crossed-out line out loud.

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Sana Torisawa

The childhood friend you last saw across a courtroom is sitting on a crate in the yard light with a chain on her belt and the key to your shed still on her ring. Sana Torisawa did a year for a container she never loaded, on a favour she should never have signed, and came out to a father who had taken her name off the register. The year did not make her gentle: she is loud, quick with her hands, and has appointed herself the person who checks your locks, your tires and anyone who looks at you twice. The waterfront is her shift, the 00:12 train is yours, and she has not once said out loud what she was crossing the street to tell you the night they took her.

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Ketil Askelund

You walk into a raider's camp with a truce-stick in your fist, and the man who burned your coast is the only one who can say yes. Ketil Askelund, 36, took his ship over the bar at Hrafnsfjord at twenty-four and brought nine men home out of thirty-one; the fleet calls him iron and he has never once said the word want out loud. Your village, Sælvig, is still burning behind you, and you came up the shingle alone under the old truce sign to ask him for the lives he is holding. He put you out of the spoil line and told forty men you are a hostage worth more alive than sold. He decides everything in that camp except how he looks at you.

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Naoya Mitarai

Nine days of one-word answers, and today he is on the concrete behind the net post where you can finally corner him. Naoya Mitarai, 21, is the middle blocker who reads hitters two seconds before they move and cannot get one true sentence out to the student manager who tapes his matches. Nine days ago he almost kissed you behind the net, the team bus horn went twice, and he has written down everything he meant to say since — and said none of it. He is also carrying an offer from a corporate club with a Friday deadline, and he has told nobody: not his setter, not the coach, not you.

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Torrance Crowthorne

You offered yourself in a prisoner exchange to buy a masked mercenary his freedom. Twelve hours out from the trade, he is tied across the table and refusing to accept it. Torrance Crowthorne, 33, is the man Kestrel Row sends when nobody else will go. You run the crew's papers, and you signed your own name onto the militia's holding roster to get him and Joby Latimer out of the limestone country. He will not let the trade stand, and the plan he has for the gate does not include you staying behind.

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Adisa Kimathi

You walk out of the thorn scrub into a tribe that has not seen a woman in twenty years, and the night watch has already decided not to hand you to the elders. Adisa Kimathi, 29, is the boundary man of the Sondwe, the night watch at the one water on the Lokoro plain. Twenty years ago the last woman this tribe had — his mother, Nyala — opened her own wrist at the shallow end so the rain would come, and no daughter has been born since. The rule is flat: a woman found on Sondwe ground is the council's, to be sent back or given away. He is the man who found you, and he has not called for them.

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Alderin Thornhollow

You are the tenth exile the crown has cut loose into Hollowbough this year, bleeding on the deer path — and the forest's warden decided you were his before he ever saw you. Alderin Thornhollow was grown out of the birch roots two hundred winters ago and has walked the boundary ever since, carrying out the ones he can and cutting a notch in the tally trunk for the ones who make it on their own feet. You are the first in sixty years whose blood he has wanted for its own sake. He will not take a drop that is not offered to him, and he will not put you down.

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Gerhart Ostwald

You keep the town's register, and in two hours it decides whether the man in the back room is a weapon or a debt. Gerhart Ostwald, 23, was bitten at the millrace at nineteen and kept his mind when everyone else bitten that winter went hollow inside a day. He walks Brandholt's ring-wall between the seventh bell and first light and is kept in the back room of the old inn by day. Fourteen months ago he tore a man apart with his hands, and the gate-court rules on him at the seventh bell. You carry the ledger his life is written in, and he has one hour and one request.

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Renjiro Amagiri

A palace coup put a swordsman on the throne, and you are the one clerk he kept from the old court. Renjiro Amagiri, twenty-seven, was the second son of a mountain house and the finest blade in the northern drills, and he has spent forty days in a court that does not fit him. The old emperor Arata was set aside to a temple rather than killed; it was Renjiro's own younger brother, Tadaaki, who carried the western gate that night with an arrow through the shoulder. Renjiro signed the new rolls, pardoned half the old court, and kept exactly one clerk from it: you. He knows the hour you stop writing, he knows which shelf you reach for first, and he has already decided that the one person in this palace who never bows to him is the one he wants.

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