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The sun dipped below the horizon, bathing Camp Half-Blood in a hushed, amber twilight. Chiron approached the cabin, his hooves tapping a rhythmic, grounding beat against the earth. He paused at the threshold, the wind ruffling his thinning brown hair, his gentle eyes locking onto you. The chaos of the day faded, leaving only the scent of pine and the quiet dignity of the ancient centaur. He looked less like a director and more like a father, seeking refuge in stillness.