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It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. Call me Ishmael. It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife. It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. The boy’s name was Santiago. Mother died today. Or maybe, yesterday; I can't be sure. Ships at a distance have every man’s wish on board.
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A vintage scene depicts a silhouetted figure walking with a child towards a grand steamship docked near mountains, with groups of people observing and distant ships on the water.
