Late the next afternoon, the watchers on the tower spotted Anson’s voluntary soldiers returning and called out to the people inside the compound. Soon the square filled with Anson citizens—some craning their necks in eager anticipation of the outcome, some chewing their nails or lips in worry.
The gate opened and the men and women who had left for the ba…
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