Pepper sat on a rock and removed her turnshoe. “What a happy time for her!”
Briar smiled and nodded, watching her wiggle a bare foot free.
“Say, can you get my sword?” she asked.
His eyes rose to hers. “Sword?”
“Well, at first it was a key…”
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