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In the heart of a verdant garden, where sunlight dripped upon leaves of emerald, grew a singular plant. Its vines were thick with apples, each one a jewel of glowing hues. This was no ordinary crop; it was the forbidden fruit, whispered about in tales. Its aroma was said to enchant, and its flavor promised a epiphany. The garden was protected by a

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