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There was a sound from inside the house, male, a little banditlike.

Anson stood there and didn't have time to think. He heard the voice again and walked towards the door.

Linen pants, bare back, bronze skin, and strong arms. He must have done a lot of heavy work on a daily basis.

Looking up, the man's features were distinctive. He wore a black leather eyepatch, two iron earrings