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In the heart of a lush garden, where sunlight kissed upon leaves of ruby, grew a singular plant. Its vines were thick with berries, each one a treasure of glowing hues. This was no ordinary harvest; it was the cursed bounty, whispered about in stories. Its aroma was said to seduce, and its savour promised a revelation. But the fruit was guarded by

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