"Brother Claude, Brother Claude!" The squeaky voice and thundering footsteps made Claude wince. He tried to remember his place in the religious text he'd been poring over, but before he could find it, the door to his tower room had burst open. "Brother Claude, guess what's happening!" The eleven-year-old boy's rosy face was even more flushed than usual; his sapphire eyes alight with excitement below his golden curls.
"Jehan," replied Claude irritably, snapping the tome shut. "Why do you think I seclude myself in this cell?" His brother's jubilant expression didn't change; he only bounced faster...
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