In a quiet more secluded corner of the courtyard lay a winding coil of snake like tail. It was a quiet morning and Nalimani had slunk off to resume their original form and warm up in a patch of sun. They didn't truly begrudge being essentially confined to legs for most of the day, but it was...
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