“Shall I pull it out?” Briar asked.
He gripped the sword’s hilt and gave a cautious tug. Then a firm pull.
“Are you playing tricks?” Pepper asked. “It’s barely in the tree.”
Briar put a foot on the oak and strained. “It won’t budge!”
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