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Two days out of Toronto, Nazaire and Raoul passed watermen in rubber pants as they dug for scallops and clams along the shoreline with the sharp cut of ammonia drifting onto the road. Watermen stood with bent backs and swept claw tools across the mud like the strikes of a metronome. Briny scallop and oyster shells painted the shoreline a mottled gray while on the water, oystermen raised twin tongs to push their boggy catch into the net dredges floating behind their small boats.

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