The lanterns illuminated dozens of eyes shining in the gloom. They were not people. They were dogs. Lots of dogs. Some skinny, others injured, several elderly who could barely stand. Among them also moved cats and, in a corner, two small frightened deer that someone had rescued some time ago.
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None of them showed aggression. Seeing Lydia enter, everyone began to move the tail and approach her.
“Ma’am… since when are you here?” asked one of the policemen, lowering the flashlight.
“For almost three years,” she replied, drying her eyes.
