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Perched upon the low wall encircling his property, Banser gazes mournfully at his incomplete creation, his mind burdened by worries about his meager resources and the future. His wife often appears at the doorway, casting furtive glances at their dwindling supplies, urging him to finish the chariot so they might earn their reward. But the tropical sun beats down relentlessly, draining his strength and spirits, as he struggles internally with a profound sense of dissatisfaction despite the city's apparent wealth.