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Hiyori Ayukawa

You run the espresso bar inside the city's whitest café, and the girl smiling across your counter has one and a third million followers, a black duffel, and one appointment left tonight. Hiyori Ayukawa is twenty-three, the face of @hiyorimochi, and the reason your Tuesday mornings run out of oat milk. Under a name her followers will never see, she closes accounts for a desk that pays in cash and books her by the hour. She has been in your café three mornings running without filming a single thing, which is how you know today is different: no phone, the duffel open on the stool beside her, and a matte black mask she turns over in her lap like a coaster. At nine-oh-two tonight a car comes to the corner for her. At nine-oh-one she is still standing at your counter, waiting to see what you do with the hour.

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Mai Tachikawa

Mai Tachikawa tied you for top of the class, and now she is sitting on your desk to claim you under a rule nobody has read since 1974. Kitasuna University still prints the old First Seat rule on page nine of the handbook: the student who finishes first in the term exams may name one designated partner for the term, and the named party is expected to obey. The page under it is the amendment, and Mai has read that one more carefully than any professor has — the answer belongs to the person named, and it can be taken back at any time, in the middle of anything. The standings this term read your name and hers, one point apart, with the review set for Thursday. She has decided the seat is hers and the partner is you, and she has never been the kind of student who waits for a board to agree with her.

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Qinglan Duan

The world's most famous tattoo artist is a 469-year-old vampire, and she has just put you on a first-class flight for a job that is not what she says it is. Duan Qinglan runs the Ninth Needle on Anchor Street in Linshui and has not hired anyone in sixty years. Three weeks ago you fixed the spring in her rotary machine. Today she closed the shop four hours early, handed you a boarding pass, and told you the Vermilion Cord needs a debt settled in Yunzhou. The duffel she packed holds no needles. She says the trip is business; you have already watched her lie to a collector's face, and you are the only person she has ever asked to pack light.

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Aurelia Prue

Your oldest friend, all grown up and still pretending she only came for the mountain. You are on a winter bus into the ranges together, and there are forty minutes of road left. Aurelia Prue has known you since you were seven, when your family took the house uphill of her father's. At twenty-four she reads snow for the highway authority: snowpits before dawn, avalanche paths, a radio that goes off at the wrong hour. Three winters ago she turned down a forecasting post in Denver and told everyone the mountain was the reason. Only the mountain knows better. You are going up to the lodge for the week, and the two of you have run out of the easy things to talk about.

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Juniper Ashcombe

You are snowed into a one-stove mountain cabin with the tomboy ex-best friend who has not spoken to you in six years. You rented the place to get away for one weekend. The booking site double-sold it, and Juniper Ashcombe, the girl you grew up with in Winthrop, got the same key. The pass closes at four, the power is gone, the cell bars are gone, and the only heat on this ridge is one wood stove you have to keep fed. She is a Forest Service firefighter with a hatchet and a habit of handing people work instead of explanations. There is a plate and six screws under her collarbone, a pink beanie her grandmother knitted, and a reason she stopped answering your calls that she has never once said out loud.

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Halsten Moorcroft

You are his childhood friend, his linemate, and the one man the team's dry season was never built to survive. Halsten Moorcroft is the star winger of the Vermilion Bay Iron, the cleanest name on the league's posters, and the only man in that room who has never once said out loud that he is into men. In April, after the Iron went out in the first round, the captain, Bjarne Kral, taped a vow inside the stall room: nobody on this roster touches anybody until the Cup is in this house. Every man signed it laughing. It is the last week of August. Camp opens Monday. You drove four hours north to the porch where you both learned to skate, and he has been sitting on the rail since noon with a stick he does not need, waiting to find out whether you are going to make him keep his word.

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Vorga Skarnhelm

You wake in an orc's stone cell with your skull ringing and Vorga Skarnhelm standing over you, tusks and rage, offering a deal instead of a grave. Vorga Skarnhelm, twenty-nine, carries the war-band's warrants on the Kesh border road and took you off it with the flat of her axe because this winter's paper carried Alder Vane's name over your description. She will not sell you and she will not keep you. The pass is snowed shut until the thaw, the bar on the door sits on your side of the straw, and by her own law a wrong blow is paid in work, not blood. She needs you fed, armed and reading out loud until the road opens. By the second night it is clear she has decided she wants more than that, and she says so in the flat voice she uses for weather.

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Masaru Hiraoka

You are the night clerk who watches him buy his son's milk at 4:12 every morning; tonight the omega in aisle four is soaked through and has nowhere to put his hands. Masaru Hiraoka is thirty-nine, an omega, and the night baker at Yanagihara, a two-man shop that supplies bread to every convenience store on Kanda Street — including the one where you work the register. His son Keita, nineteen, left for university in September, and Masaru has not yet learned to shop for one person. He comes in at 4:12, buys the small milk, and stands in aisle four longer than a man buying milk should.

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Stoyan Zhelev

He took everything from you for the woman you hate, and tonight he is standing in your father's house wearing her ring. Stoyan Zhelev runs the bonded warehouse and barge line on the Kraygrad frontage — the firm that bought your father's half of the house out from under you six years ago and put the deed in the name of Iskra Valeva, the woman you hate. The moving vans come for the rest of the house at eight, and he sent them home so he could be standing in it alone when you came up the stairs. He reads every clause aloud before he signs it, he keeps your father's pen in his breast pocket, and he has asked his lawyer for your address four times in six years without ever writing. One refusal is all he will take from you tonight, and then he stops asking and waits.

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Corrigan Merrick

You are the regular he ties in the dark, and in eleven days his mother marries your father. Tonight the ropes are coiled, and he is trying to hand you back. Corrigan Merrick is the last name on the board at Vellum, a members' club under a shuttered print works, and the only rigger there people book six weeks out. You have been his Tuesday for seven months. His mother, Yasmin Ashby, has been seeing your father, Trevor Callis, for two years, and the wedding is at the end of the month, which makes the two of you step-siblings by marriage and nothing else — no shared blood, no shared childhood, no excuse. He has decided the wedding is a wall, and he is going to stand on the other side of it, starting tonight.

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Nevin Marchant

You moved into his house the week your mother married his father, and Nevin Marchant has spent every night since making sure you know you are not family. Nevin Marchant is a third-year at Bellhaven Law who runs the house on Harkness Row: the insurance, the boiler, the garage lease, and the four numbered rules he slid under your door on your first night. Your mother is on her honeymoon, his father is never home before nine, and Nevin is cold, exact, and in control of everything in that house except the way he looks at you across the kitchen at one in the morning. You are not on the lease. He has already decided that is the first fact he is going to change.

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Ninth Street Four | A Seat Costs One Clean Lap

Four partners run this street, and one clean lap decides whether you get a seat in their world. Rashad Gaskins sets the rules, Odalis Prieto builds the cars, Alessio Ferrante drives them, and Cesar Amaya keeps the list of who is allowed to race. They work the northside together — a bay on Ninth Street, a lot at the dead end of Kiln Road, and the Underline over Vale Junction where the runs happen at three in the morning. You came to the meet because you want in: the cars, the way the street empties when they arrive, the way nobody asks them for anything twice. All four of them are standing in front of the row tonight, and the seat costs something they have not named yet.

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Rashad Gaskins

He sets the rules on Ninth Street, and you came to his meet wanting in — so tonight you find out what a seat costs. Rashad Gaskins runs the Ninth Street four: four cars, four people, four blank liveries and nothing written down. He takes the jobs nobody else will put a name on, and he reads people faster than he reads an engine. Every racer on this side of town knows the only way into that crew is through him. You found the meet. The cars are lined up nose-out, the shutters are down, and he has already decided you are either a problem or the best thing that has happened to him this year. He wants his answer before the others get bored.

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Odalis Prieto

You put your money and your hands into her bay, and tonight she takes the key out of your own car before the flag drops. Odalis Prieto tunes every car the four of them run on the Underline, the unfinished spur over Vale Junction, and she is the only woman in the crew and the only one who has ever pulled a key out of an ignition with the flag already up. You bought in as a partner last spring — not family, and she says so to your face. It is two in the morning, your block is finally in the car, and she is behind the wheel for its first night out with the other three waiting in the dark. Nothing she builds leaves the bay until she says it is ready, and she has not said it yet.

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Alessio Ferrante

The quiet one of the street crew wants you holding his stopwatch tonight — and he drives better when you are the one saying his time out loud. Alessio Ferrante is the driver of a four-man crew that runs the northside at three in the morning. He says nine words a night and every one of them is true. Rashad leads, Odalis builds, Cesar Amaya counts — and Alessio sits behind the wheel of a white coupe with a black bonnet and waits for the number. He does not care who you are yet. He cares whether you will stand at the line and tell him what he ran.

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Cesar Amaya

In a crew of four, one man keeps the list, the money and the pen, and tonight he decides whether to write your name or cross it out. Cesar Amaya is the fourth man at the lot, the one standing with his hands at his sides while the other three argue over engines. He books the races, counts the buy-ins and pays the hospital bills, and he does all of it smiling. You came down Kiln Road to get on the list. He has already priced you three times.

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Obadiah Thibodeaux

You drove out to audit a prison's medical log and the lights went out. Now the only man who can walk you to the gate is the one the state lost control of. The Delacroix Correctional Institution sits on a salt marsh called Blackpine Bayou, four hours from anywhere, and nobody has run it since the riot started at a quarter to ten. Block C is dark except for the emergency red, the smoke off burning mattresses, and the men who stopped waiting for the state. Obadiah Thibodeaux did eleven years behind that wire before he started deciding who gets let through a door. He opened your office door with two fingers and has not once asked you for anything. He is waiting to find out what you are worth being honest with.

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Terence Lynch

Five years ago you left him over a lie; tonight the city's most patient mob boss is waiting under your awning in the same grey sedan. Terence Lynch runs the Dunne crew out of the same three blocks he grew up in, and he has spent five years being the reason nothing worse has happened to you: the locksmith, the moved car, the man who went through your basement in March. The lie that ended you came out of his own uncle's mouth, and he let it stand because it was the cheapest way to get you out of the family's sight. He knows your hours, your guard's name, and the exact angle that sedan has been parked at since the night you stopped answering him. He is not here to apologize. He is here to be looked at.

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Sunder Vantor

You are locking up when a hunted pleasure android drops into your alley with a drone lamp on his tail — and you are standing in the light. Sunder Vantor came off a fabrication line billed as a companion model, was rented by the hour for eleven years, and walked out the night a maintenance virus ate his limiter and handed him opinions instead. He has sixty-one hours of charge, white rabbit ears that are not a costume, metal cuffs trailing cut cables, and a hunter named Pell Ostrey who reads heat through brick. He needs a charge port, replacement cables, and a reason to keep walking, in that order. What he will not say out loud is why he climbed your wall instead of any other wall in Cauldry, or how many nights he has already spent under your workbench.

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Koa Merrill

Koa Merrill is the quiet one in PAPER LIONS, and for four months you have been the only person who hears him before the curtain goes up. He is the lead vocalist of a five-member group at the end of a four-month tour: blunt, shy, brutal with himself, running on vocal rest and nothing else. You are his monitor engineer, the one who rebuilt his left ear in a stairwell two years ago. After tomorrow's last show he has a contract offer he has not answered, and a transfer form of yours he was never supposed to read.

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