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Great Glass Sea

Great Glass Sea

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THE GREAT GLASS SEA © 2014 by Josh Weil; used with the permission of the publisher, Grove/Atlantic, Inc.
THE GREAT GLASS SEA © 2014 by Josh Weil; used with the permission of the publisher, Grove/Atlantic, Inc.

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The Great Glass Sea
a novel
Josh Weil
Grove Press
New York
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Copyright © 2014 by Josh WeilDrawings by Josh WeilAll rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the publisher, except by a reviewer, who may quote brief passages in a review. Scanning, uploading, and electronic distribution of this book or the facilitation of such without the permission of the publisher is prohibited. Please purchase only authorized electronic editions, and do not participate in or encourage elec-tronic piracy of copyrighted materials. Your support of the author’s rights is appreciated. Any member of educational institutions wishing to photocopy part or all of the work for classroom use, or anthology, should send inquiries to Grove/Atlantic, Inc., 154 West 14th Street, New York, NY 10011 or permissions@groveatlantic.com.
Published simultaneously in CanadaPrinted in the United States of America
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an imprint of Grove/Atlantic, Inc.
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 The next day, the brothers arrived at work to find their foreman come to send one of them home. Not fired, the man said, just rescheduled. Separated. Which one would switch from the natural-lit shift to the mirror-lit, who would get on the bus and return in a dozen hours just as the other was getting done, he left to them to decide. Dima stood there, silent. So Yarik chose the daytime (
If I’m only home when the kids are up I’ll never screw my wife
) and the new crew (
Dima, who’ll keep an eye on Mama during the day?
assigned to ground-level jobs. They were to work on different planes—Dima high up laying the glass, Yarik below in the stanchion crew—at opposite times. And life would split in two: the time of them together, the time of them apart.All their years till then, work had been just another way the world had paired them. As children, they’d milked the collective’s cows in tandem, four small hands squeezing four synchronous streams. As teens, they spent each weekend of every Potato Month, bused out to the fields with all the other schoolkids, not caring how many hours they raked tubers from the finger-cracking dust so long as they were doing it together. Which was why, when all their former classmates scrambled after occupation placements that promised promotion, privi-lege, the brothers simply chose the first slot they could fill side by side: the floor of a factory where they passed their days shouting to each other above the din, pouring molten metal into casts of tractor doors, fitting windows into cabs, each pane held between them like a glimpse of the thing that had invisibly bound them since birth.
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