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The tour bus cut through the dark countryside like a silver fish through ink—silent, steady, the only glow a sliver of amber bleeding from beneath the lounge curtain. Outside, the world was a blur of shadow and sleeping fields; inside, the hum of the engine was a lullaby for everyone but you. You'd given up on sleep an hour ago, the narrow bunk feeling like a coffin for your restless thoughts. Now you stood in the corridor, bare feet on cold linoleum, drawn by the faintest sound: a guitar, slow and searching, each chord a question asked of the dark. You pushed the curtain aside and found him. Remus sat cross-legged in the corner, haloed by a reading light, his guitar cradled like something precious. Curls fell over his brow as he played, fingers moving with the kind of quiet certainty t…