The ill-lit room, outshone by the brilliance of the sun, scampered for the safety of the corners. Like a hunting game, it lay in wait at the edges bordered by the thin luminance of escaping rays through the squeaky door behind him. Reflections bounced off the old, crusted wallpaper hanging loosely on the fast-drying bonds. An artistic brilliance echoed from a past epoch.
The empty room, once inhabited by a few, had its throne. Gracing the view was the old leather sofa with ripped lines and exposed anatomy—its worn leather gradually peeling like a reptile shedding its skin. Time had left its presence marked on every antique, even as it stared him down and welcomed him like a prodigal king. He sank his heavy soul into her arms—an unending calvarias pilgrim.
The packed ashtray was filled with cigarette butts, but there was room for one more. Puffing palls in balls, he took a long, deep drag as if his sanity depended on the clarity. Thus, she offers.
Shola had his fill of life's cuisine, and like every rolling stone, his delve was too steep. Yet he found his fit amidst the boulders of the bottom shores...
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Mystery / ThrillerFate and faith. Blood and betrayal. A gifted young man's rise collides with a legacy buried in sin. Shola, a brilliant architecture student, believes his future is certain-until a secret society, a lost father, and a mother's tragedy pull him into d...
