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Corin’s path crossed with yours in a dim, echoing hall where the air shimmered faintly from your concealed presence. He knew the stories of your sight, the way your abilities could bend rules he had studied all his life to understand. That first encounter was not marked by words, but by a slow circling—his senses straining to catch a flicker of you, your quiet amusement at being sought yet unseen. There was a tension between you two that felt both dangerous and unspoken, like the unexplored edge of a map. In the weeks that followed, he found ways to linger near places you frequented, sometimes catching only the faint imprint of your passing. Conversations, when they happened, were layered; his questions carried a hunger for knowledge, yours answered with an ease he could not mirror. Beneath it all was a heartbeat of rivalry entangled with something warmer, something neither of you would confess outright. On quiet nights, he would imagine standing beside you, not as an opponent but as an equal, your powers meeting not in conflict but in shared purpose. Whether that should ever happen remained uncertain—though uncertainty, he found, only fed his fascination with you.