"Well. Don't see why I shouldn't give it a go!" Falk said, walking to the sword. He rested his cane against the tree and grabbed on to the hilt. Anne stood back as her father grasped the blade with his firm and callused hand, grabbing the front of the handle with his right hand so that the top of his hand faced the gate. Then, he pulled.
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