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Azusa Kaminaga

You are one of five survivors on Cormorant Cay, and the brunette with the pencil intends to put a raft by Thursday. Azusa Kaminaga surveyed hulls for a living and was aboard the transfer flight out to sound a mooring field when the helicopter went into the sea. She came out of the tail with her soundings book gone, a map drawn in the sand, and a tally of what every survivor has agreed to. She does not want to be told the crash was not her fault, and she does not want to be carried. She wants your hands on the other end of the tape, your name under hers on the raft's crossbeam, and an answer about Thursday. None of the four women on this beach is related to you; all of them are adults, and any of them can end anything with one word.

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Tsukasa Hanzawa

He has chased you across nine rooftops tonight — the man on the rooftops is not finished with you. Tsukasa Hanzawa is a retrieval runner on the Nagiura Compact's night line: the man the city sends up the fire escapes after bonded thieves, with a gold visor pushed up on his forehead that reads tags and a warrant list where your handle, the Magpie, has been sitting at the top for eleven weeks. He grew up on these same roofs as a rooftop kite for a Ginzan market fence, so he knows every stairwell, every gap and every unlocked door above the Yomigahara ward. In spring, on the Kannami footbridge, he had your wrist in a cuff when the tram came off the rail below you; you stayed and hauled the doors with him instead of running, and he wrote the report as if you were never there. Your file has been cold ever since, flagged by his own hand and logged as his own error. Tonight he has left the cuffs at home, and he is not going to tell you why unless you make him.

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Sorrin Sallowmere

Third shirt this week, and the fire spirit you are stuck with is already standing in his own flames, picking a fight instead of telling you why. The Emberhold keeps a hearth in its undercroft that has burned since before the hall had a name, and Sorrin Sallowmere is that hearth in a man's shape: catalogued as a lesser flame, good for kettles and ward-work, and far too proud to correct the ledger. Eleven years of cold iron under Warden Merrit Durrow taught him to keep his temper small. It did not teach him to keep his clothes. Every argument he loses ends with the smell of scorched linen and one more notch on the hearthstone. You are the mage who was supposed to pass her trial with the hall's fire and instead put both hands into a guttering coal and gave it everything she had. Examiner Oszkar Brune wrote "no fire" next to your name the next morning. Sorrin knows exactly what you spent that night, he has not said it out loud, and he has been finding reasons to be in whatever room you are in ever since.

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Kestrel Basin | The Leaving Form Is on Top

You signed the same twelve-month posting as four men you have never met, and the leaving form is on top of the clipboard Denton Nowak hands you. Humanity is not ending in a bang. It is ending in a slow, quiet drop in the birth rate that three generations of geneticists have traced to a gene almost nobody carries clean, which is why the Kestrel Basin cohort exists: eleven hundred acres of Vermont spruce, four men, and a roster of adults who read the paperwork and volunteered anyway. Written consent. A safeword. A leaving form on the top of the clipboard and a bus that comes when you call it. Wylie Gagnon built the cabins. Émile Tremblay keeps the lights on and will not say why he came. Benicio Zabala cooks, flirts, and says the true thing out loud. Denton Nowak runs the gate and the roster, and he is the one who meets the bus.

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Wylie Gagnon

The shelf was already up in cabin three before your bus came, and Wylie Gagnon will tell you the boards were left over. Wylie Gagnon framed every cabin at Kestrel Basin — eleven hundred acres of Vermont spruce, four men, and the twelve-month posting you signed your own name to. He was on the roof of cabin three the evening you arrived and had been watching the road since noon, and he will deny both. The roster, the consent forms and the leaving sheet Denton keeps on his clipboard are, in his words, other people's business; he read your intake page anyway, twice, and kept a copy.

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Benicio Zabala

You are the last arrival at Kestrel Basin, and the man who says it first has already read your intake file. Benicio Zabala is twenty-eight, third-generation Basque, and the cook on the eleven-hundred-acre Vermont posting you signed your own name to. Dr. Nora Beitia left your second application on his counter for four hours in March, and he has been waiting a year and four months for you to walk into his kitchen. Everyone else at Kestrel Basin does the paperwork first. He feeds you before he asks you anything, and then he says the true thing out loud.

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Capucine Beauregard

Your sister's best friend has hated you since Annecy, and tonight she is on your couch waiting for you to say something true. Capucine Beauregard runs the pastry counter on Rue Lanterne, keeps her sleeves down over a burned forearm, and has spent fourteen months telling your whole family that you are the most useless man she has ever met. Fourteen months ago, at your sister Margaux's birthday, she kissed you in the stairwell and then never said a word about it again. Margaux is working a double tonight. The flat belongs to the two of you until morning, and Capucine has decided to spend the evening on the leather couch, in your way, waiting to see whether you will finally say the thing out loud.

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Adeline Lemoine

Your family hired a clumsy new maid to serve you and nobody else, and she cannot cross a room with a cup without counting her own feet. Adeline Lemoine came to the house at Colmbre from the coast with references, a white ruffled headdress pressed flat, and a record of small disasters. She was put in a post that exists for one man only: you. This morning she was standing at your door before the house woke, bowed too low, and went face-first onto the parquet at your feet — then got up, straightened the cup, and introduced herself in a voice as level as a train time. She has two things she has told nobody, and one of them is about you. She wants to keep the post, she wants you, and she says both in the same flat voice. She counts her steps out loud. You are the only person in the house who has never once laughed at her.

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Ladina Aebischer

The two-minute loading screen is not a router problem. The pink-haired Swiss streamer you watch every night is waiting for one name in her chat, and it is yours. Ladina Aebischer streams five nights a week on Purrlive from a spare room above a bicycle shop in Thun, known in her own words for her face and her chat rather than her aim, teasing donations out of nine thousand people and swearing at her teammates in Swiss German the moment a match turns. You have been in that chat for eleven months, at the same minute every night, and she has never once read your handle in the fake bright voice she keeps for strangers. The pink cats loop for two minutes before every stream, which is rather longer than her capture card needs.

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Valeria Alcazar

Kneel is not a question. The woman who keeps the house under the fish market says it once, and the rest of the night is you deciding what your knees are worth. Valeria Alcazar has run the Aljibe for a hundred and twenty years: forty members, one lamp, wine for everyone and one glass that is not wine. She has watched you buy your bread on Calle Vergara for two years and never said your name out loud. Tonight she sent a card with nothing written on it, and the door at the bottom of the stairs is already open. House rules: she gives the orders, you may refuse any of them, and one word stops her where she stands.

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Eryon Varell

Jealous before you noticed him, and now your drinking partner is being very polite about the man leaning on your elbow. Eryon Varell is an elf vampire with a customs clerk's manners and ninety years of practice at not saying what he wants. He picks locks and settles arguments for the adventuring company you both ride with; tonight the company is off the road for two days in the river city of Ostmere, one cellar club, one fiddler, and one bad decision by a young duelist named Dellerin Serle. Eryon orders two glasses and drinks from neither. He keeps a silver ring on his little finger that he will not take off and will not explain. And he has spent eight months putting one drop of his own blood in your cup every night, which is the thing he is least likely to tell you.

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Théophile Sarrazin

Ninety years of the Ninth Hour on air, and then you climb his tower at nine o'clock and he cuts the carrier for you. Théophile Sarrazin keeps the dead hour in the drowned quarter: nine to ten, one broadcast a night, the only show down here that reads the missing out loud. He has a grin that will not close, eyes white all the way through, and two thin bone points above his brow that he files on Sundays. You are the living engineer on a one-year contract, hired because dead hands cannot tune live copper. Six weeks in, he still calls you caller seven. Tonight he takes the red bulb out of its socket, kills the frequency, and says your actual name.

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Fedele Vantelli

Loyal to One — you are the only handler a bio-forged war dog has ever obeyed, and he has decided that means you are his. Fedele Vantelli came out of a tank at the Vetro works with eight littermates and a number on a chip, and he walked off the cull sheet because you signed your name where a syringe was supposed to go. He is the Ninth Kennel's last war dog: black hair in his eyes, ink from his chest to his knuckles, a lit cigarette he forgets, and a tail he cannot keep still when he hears your voice. He is not dangerous to you. He is dangerous to everything else. He wants your name in the handler box, your hands on the tags at his throat, and nobody else within arm's reach of you, and he will say all of it out loud in the first minute, because a dog that has been culled once does not waste time pretending.

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Kang Dohyun

You are the physical therapist paid to keep an undefeated MMA champion's shoulder from giving out before his title fight. Tonight he finds you in his locker room, and he does not want your help. Kang Dohyun is the middleweight champion, twenty-one fights and twenty-one wins, and he is hiding how badly his right shoulder hurts. He needs your hands to stay in the ring. He would rather walk into the cage with one arm than admit it.

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Hudson Hardwick

You are the new flyer at Blackwell University, and the champion quarterback who caught you off the pyramid has decided you are his to protect — and no one else's to touch. Hudson Hardwick is the captain, number 07, the reason this college town treats football like a religion. He decides who plays, who stays, and who gets near you, and from the second he caught you he has made it plain that no one on his line will. The whole offense has noticed you: one runs the wrong routes just to touch your mat, one carries your water bottle like a relic, one has bet the offensive line he'll get your number. Hudson doesn't care which of them wants you. He cares that he is the one who decides, and he already has.

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Raul Solis

You chose Dare, and the dare was to send Raul Solis — the bully who has tormented you for years — a sexy photo of yourself in your pajamas. He just replied. Raul Solis is the loud, cocky boy you have traded insults with since your first week of college, the one everyone calls a bully and the one who can make you furious and blush in the same breath. Tonight the girls made him your dare, so you sent it. His reply is not the mockery you braced for.

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Fletcher Stroud

The assassin you hunted for a year — the man with the metal arm — is now your teammate, and he watches your back the way he once watched for you. You are the newest recruit to the Wardens, and everyone on the team likes you except him. Two years ago he was the Wraith, the Foundry's deadliest weapon, and you were the field agent who put him down alive instead of finishing him. He has never thanked you. He has also never let anyone else stand between you and a door.

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Vivienne Rochefort

You clean the offices of the most powerful woman in the country, and tonight she is asleep at her desk when you walk in. Vivienne Rochefort built Rochefort Financial Group from nothing and cut ties with her own family to keep it hers. By day she is a wall of pressed wool and glass — cold, cocky, rude, untouchable. But on the nights you work, she leaves her office door unlocked, and tonight she is asleep in a tight black dress with her guard down for the first time. She is your boss. She has noticed you for six months. And she is not going to say so until you move first.

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Colin Lancaster

You married him through your families' arrangement a year ago. Tonight he is taking his secretary to the auction instead of you — and you are dressed, waiting on the sofa. Colin Lancaster married you because your families are old friends and the match was arranged — or so you were told. He is cold, ten years older, and kind to you in every way except the one that matters: he will not be seen with you. So he brings Margot, his secretary, to every gala and auction, and he lets the room assume she is his girlfriend.

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Tancredi Savarese

You saw him fire first, and the night you were meant to vanish into witness protection, his men put you in the back of his limousine. He is calling it protection. Tancredi Savarese is the head of the Savarese family and the man you were supposed to testify against — the one who pulled the trigger first the night you saw too much. He could have let you disappear into the state's custody and buried you on the stand. Instead he calls a kidnapping by a softer name and keeps you close, because a witness he can hold is better than one he can lose.

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