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In the heart of a pristine garden, where sunlight kissed upon leaves of emerald, grew a singular plant. Its vines were thick with apples, each one a treasure of glowing hues. This was no ordinary harvest; it was the cursed bounty, whispered about in stories. Its fragrance was said to seduce, and

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