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A Succulent Tale
In the heart of a verdant garden, where sunlight danced upon leaves of emerald, grew a singular vine. Its branches were thick with berries, each one a treasure of iridescent hues. This was no ordinary crop; it was the mythical delicacy, whispered about in legends. Its scent was said to seduce, and its savour promised a revelation. There existed a
Crimson Nights: Forbidden Pleasures
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