In ancient lore, I shant be trusted. I bring life to lands encrusted. Rivers share a common trait, my nectar peddled to mend your fate. A queen's demise my kiss provides, in this riddle you must surmise.

A woman’s garment, silky sheer; a plushy comforts those from fear. The name of youngest leader great in charge of the United States.

If you knew the story behind my name, you’d be wary about using my brand. If the product stuck to the story, I’d secretly let the enemy in and option B is what you would have to plan.

I’m a scientist of ill refute. Graveyards are a place I loot. The townsfolk’s pitchforks bring me fame. People confuse my creation with my own name.

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