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In the heart of a lush garden, where sunlight dripped upon leaves of ruby, grew a singular tree. Its vines were thick with berries, each one a treasure read more of vibrant hues. This was no ordinary harvest; it was the cursed bounty, whispered about in tales. Its aroma was said to seduce, and its taste promised a transcendence. But the fruit was

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