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In the heart of a verdant garden, where sunlight kissed upon leaves of emerald, grew a singular vine. Its vines were thick with apples, each one a treasure of iridescent hues. This was no ordinary crop; it was the cursed bounty, whispered about in legends. Its fragrance was said to enchant, and its flavor promised a revelation. There existed a bar

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