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In the heart of a pristine garden, where sunlight danced upon leaves of ruby, grew a singular tree. Its branches were thick with apples, each one a jewel of iridescent hues. This was no ordinary crop; it was the forbidden fruit, whispered about in stories. Its scent was said to seduce, and its taste promised a epiphany. But the fruit was guarded b

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