By Matt Bernier Fontaine de Jouvence As an attorney, he always began with the facts— how many salmon he’d caught and their lengths— but after the first scotch the Maritime rivers turned mystical, infused with dancing golden light, as though the few extra minutes of daylight on summer solstice were a suspension of time,
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