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The city and its silent guards Concept illustration.
The city continued to grow. New buildings rose every day where trees had stood. Concrete replaced soil, glass replaced sky, and the air was thick with dust and ambition. In the rush for progress, land was sold off piece by piece, transported not in trucks but in the wheelbarrow of an ordinary man. He walked the streets shouting, Heavens for sale! Own a piece of the city!. As businessmen, eager to claim more land and more power, bought them up one by one. Parks disappeared. Rivers dried up. Towers rose, blocking out the sun. The city never sleeps, and neither do its silent guardians, the stray dogs.
