Following the eventful tête-à-double-tête with the Duke's dear Freja in Brightstone Cove Tseldora, Mila entered what would later become known to her as the Lord's Private Chamber, and overcome by the sentiment of familiarity at the sight of an armillary sphere and shelves stocked to the brim with antiquated tomes, she happened upon the olden writings of a certain Jøta. A surge of melancholy befell her, as her fingers pensively inched across the words DISJECTA MEMBRA embossed on the folder's front cover, apparently a collection of Wortaufschüttungen committed to paper a long time ago, judging by the faded ink and yellowed parchment.
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