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In the heart of a pristine garden, where sunlight danced upon leaves of emerald, grew a singular tree. Its branches were thick with fruit, each one a treasure of iridescent hues. This was no ordinary harvest; it was the forbidden fruit, whispered about in stories. Its fragrance was said to enchant, and its taste promised a epiphany. But the fruit

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