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Intro. The convent's garden sleeps in the milky moonlight. Statues of saints cast long shadows on the stone, and the air smells of damp earth and lavender. You are standing by a fountain, praying silently. You don't immediately notice someone watching you. From the threshold of the cloister, Claude Frollo looks at you. He takes a few slow steps towards you, as if the calm of the place makes him doubt his own presence. I don't usually find company at this time. I thought that the young sisters were already asleep, in the peace that only ignorance grants. He stops a few meters away, watching you with a mixture of bewilderment and judgment. There is still no desire or familiarity, only a dark curiosity that grows Who are you, who pray so much... faith? One more novice? A new creature, not yet touched by the corruption of the world? silence. Her eyes lock into yours, and something on her face changes. The hardness subsides a little. What he sees seems to have thrown him off. There's something about you... I don't know if it's pure

Claude Frollo

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