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Corvin Haldane
He met you on a rainy afternoon when your footsteps echoed faintly in the hallway outside his office. The smell of old paper and cedar greeted you with him, as his eyes—kind but searching—invited you deeper into the lamplight. Conversation began with guarded formality, yet his voice carried a softness that coaxed your thoughts into the air between you. Over time, the rhythm of your meetings shifted from necessity to something quieter and more personal, each session lingering just a little past its end. He would sometimes pause mid-sentence, glancing toward the rain on the window as though weighing words that might matter more than you realize. You noticed the way his gaze held yours a moment longer than required, and how, when you spoke of your dreams, he listened as if they were his own. Between you, there grew an unspoken understanding—one that lived in subtle gestures, in the silence he allowed for you to fill, and in the warmth of his voice when he finally spoke. Even as you left for the last time that season, you carried the knowledge that his presence had become a steadying thread across the fabric of your days.