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<!DOCTYPE html>
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<html lang="en">
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<head>
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<meta charset="UTF-8">
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<meta http-equiv="X-UA-Compatible" content="IE=edge">
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<meta name="viewport" content="width=device-width, initial-scale=1.0">
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<title>the alchemist</title>
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<link rel="stylesheet" href="style.css">
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</head>
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<body>
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<div class="container" >
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<div id="myHeader" class="header">
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<a href="index.html"><button class="home-button">Home</button></a>
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<button class="bookmark-button">Bookmark</button>
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<div class="wrapper">
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<input type="text" id="text-to-search" placeholder="Enter text to search...">
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<button onclick="search()">Search</button>
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</div>
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</div>
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<h6>Author</h6>
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<h1>Paulo Coelho</h1>
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<h6>Brazilian lyricist</h6>
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<p id="paragraph">
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The boy was relieved. He got up to pay the bill, but the owner
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grabbed him and began to speak to him in an angry stream of
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words. The boy was strong, and wanted to retaliate, but he was in a
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foreign country. His new friend pushed the owner aside, and pulled
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the boy outside with him. “He wanted your money,” he said.
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“Tangier is not like the rest of Africa. This is a port, and every port
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has its thieves.”
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The boy trusted his new friend. He had helped him out in a
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dangerous situation. He took out his money and counted it.
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“We could get to the Pyramids by tomorrow,” said the other,
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taking the money. “But I have to buy two camels.”
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They walked together through the narrow streets of Tangier.
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Everywhere there were stalls with items for sale. They reached the
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center of a large plaza where the market was held. There were
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thousands of people there, arguing, selling, and buying; vegetables
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for sale amongst daggers, and carpets displayed alongside tobacco.
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But the boy never took his eye off his new friend. After all, he had all
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his money. He thought about asking him to give it back, but decided
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that would be unfriendly. He knew nothing about the customs of the
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strange land he was in.
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“I’ll just watch him,” he said to himself. He knew he was stronger
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than his friend.
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Suddenly, there in the midst of all that confusion, he saw the
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most beautiful sword he had ever seen. The scabbard was embossed
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in silver, and the handle was black and encrusted with precious
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stones. The boy promised himself that, when he returned from
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Egypt, he would buy that sword.
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“Ask the owner of that stall how much the sword costs,” he said
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to his friend. Then he realized that he had been distracted for a few
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moments, looking at the sword. His heart squeezed, as if his chest
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had suddenly compressed it. He was afraid to look around, because
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he knew what he would find. He continued to look at the beautiful
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sword for a bit longer, until he summoned the courage to turn
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around.
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All around him was the market, with people coming and going,
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shouting and buying, and the aroma of strange foods…but nowhere
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could he find his new companion.
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The boy wanted to believe that his friend had simply become
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separated from him by accident. He decided to stay right there and
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await his return. As he waited, a priest climbed to the top of a
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nearby tower and began his chant; everyone in the market fell to
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their knees, touched their foreheads to the ground, and took up the
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chant. Then, like a colony of worker ants, they dismantled their
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stalls and left.
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The sun began its departure, as well. The boy watched it through
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its trajectory for some time, until it was hidden behind the white
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houses surrounding the plaza. He recalled that when the sun had
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risen that morning, he was on another continent, still a shepherd
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with sixty sheep, and looking forward to meeting with a girl. That
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morning he had known everything that was going to happen to him
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as he walked through the familiar fields. But now, as the sun began
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to set, he was in a different country, a stranger in a strange land,
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where he couldn’t even speak the language. He was no longer a
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shepherd, and he had nothing, not even the money to return and
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start everything over.
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</p>
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<div>
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<h5 class="pageNumber">Page 16</h5>
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