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In the heart of a verdant garden, where sunlight danced upon leaves of ruby, grew a singular tree. Its branches were thick with apples, each one a treasure of glowing hues. This was no ordinary crop; it was the mythical delicacy, whispered about in tales. Its scent was said to seduce, and its savour promised a transcendence. But the fruit was guar

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