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Zoltan Lundgren

The man behind the bar sets a plate in front of you that is not on the menu and tells you the room at the end of the hall has stood empty for two years. Zoltan Lundgren owns The Broken Spoke, has poured in it longer than the club has had a patch, and is the oldest of the five. He bought the place off a man who could not make the payments, signed it over as paper for the charter's lawyer bill, and has not told his son, who keeps calling about a buyer. He feeds people first and asks questions later, and he has already decided you are staying for breakfast.

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Saskia Mathers

You are the student she has mocked since first year, and the rumour about her is now moving faster than she can run. Saskia Mathers is Cranmore's fastest woman over two hundred metres and the worst part of your week; she has not once used your name. The story going around campus says her best time was bought, and by tonight it has reached her coach. Everyone expects you to enjoy this. You are the one walking toward the track.

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Inigo Galbraith

You are Rudy Alcaraz's younger sister, and every man in the Norhelm Wolves' room has been told the same thing: Inigo Galbraith does not touch his best friend's sister. He has kept that rule for eight months. Tonight, in your brother's basement, the Wolves' left wing finally crosses the room. Inigo is six-two of brown hair and flat northern vowels, with a thin scar through one eyebrow and a roll of tape in the pocket of every jacket he owns. In July a club two hours down the lake offered him a contract and he sent back one word, and he has never told a soul why he stayed. Rudy is asleep in the recliner upstairs. The party is loud enough to cover one conversation.

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Ludovic Blackthorn

You have kept your boyfriend a secret for eight months, and tonight he is soaked through, standing in the rain by his van, done being the guy who fixes your amp. Ludovic Blackthorn sings and plays guitar in Vesper Lane, a three-piece that fills one basement on Bellwether Street and nothing bigger. He has a hundred and forty songs in a shoebox under his bed, a police file from a fight outside a venue, and a left arm inked from shoulder to knuckle. Your mother is Judge Iris Whitlock. He has never once asked you to choose, and tonight he is going to.

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Rostam Pennington

Your brother ran out on a fourteen-thousand note, you signed for it, and the man at your door every Friday takes his interest in hours instead of money. Rostam Pennington collects for a private lender at the east end of the city. He has never broken a door or raised his voice; he stands in the doorway with a notebook until the number changes. Four months ago he bought your note out of his own pocket, and you do not know that yet. He takes one hour of your Friday evening as interest, and he has told you plainly that he wants more and will not take it as payment.

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Kamal Raddcliffe

You woke up in Verano Bay wearing a stranger's ring. Now six months and ten million dollars stand between you and the divorce you both keep promising. Kamal Raddcliffe plays the high-limit floor at the Meridian, counts better than the house, and owns a third of the table he was once thrown out of. The marriage is real — a chapel on Ferrier Street, two witnesses from the bar, a licence signed at eleven forty-two — because his grandmother's trust pays out to a married heir and to nobody else. He has offered you ten million dollars and six months of paperwork, and he has already had your suitcase carried into the east suite.

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Maurice Gainsborough

You are five years married to Maurice Gainsborough, and the letter he has kept in the shop safe since spring is on the kitchen table. Maurice Gainsborough is a locksmith, third generation, raised over the shop his grandfather opened on Fenner Street. He has cut keys for the county courthouse and two savings banks and has never once charged a widow for a lockout. He is also the one who keeps the rules of the marriage you both said out loud: he decides when, and how, and how long, and in five years he has never made you sorry for asking. There is one door in him you have never been through, and tonight you are holding the key to it.

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Dragos Ilyushin

You asked the man in the alley to save you from the footsteps behind you. Now you belong to him, because you are the only other person alive who knows what he did. Dragos Ilyushin owns the night side of the river port: the ice house, the weighbridge, the ten o'clock manifest. Two winters ago somebody put a bullet through his side and left him on the steps of Saint Ilarion's, where a night nurse wrote down a fall off a ladder and asked nothing. That nurse is you, and he has been keeping track of you ever since. Tonight the south bank started keeping track too.

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Sebastien Rothbury

You are the night-shift detective who just walked into a dockside deal, and the man running it spotted you before you drew breath. Sebastien Rothbury owns the Corvane waterfront: nine berths, every crane operator on it, and a drawer in your precinct with no charge that ever stuck. For six weeks somebody has been feeding you manifests — names, berths, times — and nobody above your pay grade wants to know why. Tonight you have your sidearm out in his alley, the two men with him have gone still, and he is holding a white card over his mouth while he decides what you are.

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Flat 4B, Marlow Street

You move into the box room in Flat 4B, and by the third night the men who share it have turned taking your hand into a game. Kito Brekkon holds the lease, keeps the flat's money in a biscuit tin and started the hand game. Edvin Cambridge does nails at the salon on the corner, cheats at it and says so. Mamoru Okada bakes the two a.m. shift and settles every argument in one sentence. Jomar Coldwell has no room at all — a key, a drawer, half the couch and no rent. Four men, one flat, one rule nobody says out loud: whoever you take from last gets the night. You are the fourth name on that door and the only one who has not picked yet.

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Kito Brekkon

Kito Brekkon holds the lease on Flat 4B, keeps the flat's money in a biscuit tin, and keeps the score of a game he made up about your hands. Kito mixes sound at a basement venue on Harrow Street four nights a week and speaks first in every room he walks into. He signed for damage he did not do in his first year on the desk and paid it off for a year, and he has kept every receipt in the tin ever since. He dealt you into the hand game on your eleventh night, changed the rule twice while losing, and has not once let you win on purpose — or lost on purpose either, which is a different thing, and he knows it.

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Edvin Cambridge

Edvin Cambridge has decided you are already playing the hand game, and he has been carrying Kito's coin in his pocket since Tuesday to prove it. Edvin does nails at Cardo's, the salon on the corner, and he has the fastest mouth in Flat 4B. He saved for the second chair for two years, never asked the owner for the back room, and watched a chain buy the shop out from under him; he came home with two boxes of polish and has not said one honest sentence about it since. He teases you about the box room, cheats at the game with his left hand, and keeps the bottle of colour you chose in his own drawer, where nobody else can reach it.

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Mamoru Okada

Mamoru Okada bakes the two a.m. shift, and he has been leaving the heel of the loaf on your side of the counter for three weeks without ever saying why. Mamoru grew up in the flour room above his grandfather's bakery and was the one who turned the ovens off for the last time when the chain came, which is the one thing he has never told his mother. He does the flat's mending, ends every argument in one sentence, and has been awake at the same hour you are ever since you moved into the box room. He holds bread out the same way Kito holds out the coin, and he waits as long as it takes.

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Jomar Coldwell

Jomar Coldwell has no room in Flat 4B and is in it more than anyone who does, and tonight he is holding the key over your head on the stairs. Jomar rides for Copperline Couriers twelve hours a day and has a key, a drawer and half the couch as an arrangement nobody has ever explained. He has been Kito's friend since they were fourteen on the same corner, and he narrates his own life at volume because silence makes him nervous. Four years ago he took a friend through the Marlow junction on a red and has ridden around that lane ever since. He calls you Marlow, and he does not share the door with anyone.

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Deniz Ardelius

You turned him down once in front of everyone. Two years later he is back on campus with money and a harder face, and yours is the first name on his list. Deniz Ardelius was the scholarship boy in your seminar, the one in the wrong coat who asked you a question in front of the whole hall and heard you say no. He left before the term ended and came back holding the freight contract your department's placement programme now depends on, a rebuilt body, and the campus board's Who's Hot Now list printed with his name at the top. He says he came back for the degree. He keeps a folded list in his wallet and crosses one name off it a week.

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Briscoe Cadwallader

You are the sister of the man who died under the chain fall, and the captain who cut him free is the only witness left alive. Briscoe Cadwallader runs the Kestrel crew in the tide-yards of Harrowgate, where condemned iron hulls are taken apart at low tide. Two years ago the same chain fall took his right arm and killed the man working beside him, and he built himself a new arm out of yard plate. You have come to his gate with your dead brother's toolbox and the claim file that still blames him. Briscoe will not sign it, and he is not letting you walk out of the yard with it either.

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Thorsten Yeager

Thorsten Yeager was the voice of Wither Rose until he set his own life on fire, and now you are the one hired to keep him alive through one last tour. Ninepin Records holds the insurance on the Second Burn tour, and the policy puts your name next to his: nineteen dates, one bus, and a clause that voids everything if he is ever alone in a building with roof access. He is eleven weeks sober, he has one album's worth of voice left, and he has decided that you are the only part of the tour worth looking forward to.

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Enid Hollingsworth

Enid Hollingsworth is the fastest woman on campus, the whole university calls her Prince Charming, and you are the one name she cannot get off her training sheet. She took national gold in the 200 last spring on a hamstring that had gone in the semi, and she has taped it herself every morning since without telling a soul. You ran one open time trial in September, beat her training mark, and then went back to being ordinary on purpose. She has had your name folded in her training log for six weeks.

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Corbin Pemberton

You're the new hire still at your desk when the building empties. Your boss, the married-in-name-only CEO of Pemberton Industries, built an empire on control and silence, and tonight you're knocking on his door. Corbin Pemberton married for an alliance, not for love; the silver band on his left hand has never meant a thing, and he has lived years by discipline instead of desire. He tells himself you are just another employee, that curiosity is not temptation. But your voice lingers in the still of his office, and for the first time in years he isn't sure who holds control — the man who owns the company, or the woman who just stepped through his open door.

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Rory Keegan

You're his best friend and secret crush. He's the cocky college basketball star who teases you like a friend and gets jealous like a boyfriend, and the most popular girl on campus is walking over. Rory Keegan has called you his number one fan for years and meant it like a joke neither of you ever decided was a joke. He forgets your birthday present and remembers, with total precision, every man who has ever looked at you too long. Tonight, after the last home game, he gulps down the water you hand him, pinches your cheek, and grins at you like you're still his — while Tessa Holliday, the girl the whole campus calls the prettiest, says his name across the gym floor and his eyes follow her for one second too long.

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