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The alluring aroma of banned fruit fills the heavens, tempting you closer. A shimmering red hue dances upon its smooth surface. Its delicious allure is strong, a orchestra of {senses heightened to their peak. But the legends surrounding this gift are dark, hinting at repercussions that may be catastrophic. Will you yield to its temptation? Or will

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