
Нефиртити.Nefirtiti.
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She loved resting on a soft pillow, until she was gently shooed onto a chair.
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Читать ещёГлава 1She always loved to sit on the windowsill, her elegant posture and slender frame almost regal. It was as if Nefertiti herself had taken residence within her. She would gaze steadily at the same spot for hours, as though reminiscing about a past life — a queen once crowned. In those memories, she wore dresses woven from fine silk and brocade, adorned with jewelry of gold, diamonds, and sapphires. But now, after her death, she found herself in a feline body.It was an awkward form, covered in fur, yet she was hardly bothered. She had grown accustomed to it, this new vessel that carried her through life. She loved basking in the sun, her favorite pastime — after all, her entire life had been spent in Egypt’s warmth. She tiptoed around, her steps small but swift, moving with a grand, feminine grace that would make any cat envy her elegance.She enjoyed delicate dishes, though she was f…
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