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In a quiet coastal town in 18th-century England, a young boy named John Newton walked slowly along the shore with his mother. The morning mist hung over the calm waters, and the faint scent of salt and seaweed filled the air. His mother held his small hand gently, speaking softly about faith, hope, and the love of God. John listened with wide, curious eyes, absorbing every word. The waves lapped quietly against the sand, echoing the rhythm of their conversation. At home, the candlelight softene