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In the heart of a pristine garden, where sunlight danced upon leaves of emerald, grew a singular tree. Its stems were thick with fruit, each one a jewel of iridescent hues. This was no ordinary produce; it was the mythical delicacy, whispered about in stories. Its fragrance was said to enchant, and its flavor promised a epiphany. The garden was pr

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