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Till The Moon Falls

Conrad Johnson

Smashwords Edition

COPYRIGHT © 2010 by John H. Byk

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. The publisher does not have control over and does not assume any responsibility for author or third party websites or their content.

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If the fully planned and conditioned world comes into existence... the restive species [humanity]... will be vexed no longer by its chatter for truth and mercy and beauty and happiness... if the eugenics are efficient enough there will be no second revolt, but all snug beneath the Conditioners, and the Conditioners beneath her, till the moon falls or the sun grows cold. -- C. S. Lewis, The Abolition of Man

Chapter One

When Oxman showed up for work that night, he could tell something was wrong right away. Jesse and Osterberg were talking quietly in the small office behind the hotel counter. They glanced at him through the crack in the slightly, opened door and then one of them shut it, cutting him off from the private conversation. He took the hint and sat down, flipping through the guest register pretending not to care. A strange, medicinal odor lingered in the air. Something that reminded him of a doctor's office. He rolled and lit a cigarette to mask it but it wouldn't go away. Finally, Osterberg came out of the office, carrying his beat up briefcase as usual and nodded at him before leaving. He nodded back. Jesse was staring at him. He could feel her jet black eyes boring into his back.

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