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In the heart of a pristine garden, where sunlight dripped upon leaves of emerald, grew a singular plant. Its branches were thick with fruit, each one a jewel of iridescent hues. This was no ordinary produce; it was the mythical delicacy, whispered about in tales. Its fragrance was said to enchant, and its savour promised a revelation. But the frui

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