A Succulent Tale

In the heart of a verdant garden, where sunlight dripped upon leaves of emerald, grew a singular plant. Its vines were thick with apples, each one a treasure of iridescent hues. This was no ordinary harvest; it was the mythical delicacy, whispered about in legends. Its aroma was said to seduce, and
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