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CHAPTER 19: FOUNDATION OF THORNS
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27.04.2026 15:30:00BECCA’S POV
The morning sun in the bungalow was unkind. It didn't bring warmth; it only highlighted the thick layers of dust and the abandonment of the house. While Josh was in the backyard to see if the old generator had any life left in it, I was exploring. I felt drawn to the study—a room filled with heavy mahogany bookshelves that hadn't seen a book in years. On the desk sat a leather-bound briefcase, cracked and grey with age.
"Josh," I called out, my voice echoing in the e
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LOOM OF THORNS CHAPTER 19: FOUNDATION OF THORNS
BECCA’S POVThe morning sun in the bungalow was unkind. It didn't bring warmth; it only highlighted the thick layers of dust and the abandonment of the house. While Josh was in the backyard to see if the old generator had any life left in it, I was exploring. I felt drawn to the study—a room filled with heavy mahogany bookshelves that hadn't seen a book in years. On the desk sat a leather-bound briefcase, cracked and grey with age."Josh," I called out, my voice echoing in the empty hallway. "Come look at this."He walked in, wiping grease from his hands. I pointed to a stack of loose photographs that had spilled out from a side pocket of the briefcase. Josh picked one up and his face went pale. The photo was grainy, from the early 90s. It was Vice-chancellor Olayinka and a tall, handsome man with the same sharp jawline as Josh. Chief Collins Adeyemi. On the back were the words: "The Foundation of the Enforcers. 1992. We own the future."As we dug deeper,
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