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In the heart of a verdant garden, where sunlight danced upon leaves of emerald, grew a singular vine. Its stems were thick with fruit, each one a temptation of iridescent hues. This was no ordinary harvest; it was the forbidden fruit, whispered about in stories. Its scent was said to captivate, and its taste promised a revelation. The garden was p

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