Nyx
Draven stood at the edge of the stage, fingers curled around the neck of his guitar like it owed him money. The final chord of their set rang out, screaming into feedback, and the room erupted. Another sold-out show. Another night where the world made sense. Until it didnโt. Backstage was chaos. Roadies hauli...
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