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Langdon
lay
the
pouch
on
the
table
and
unbuttoned
the
opening
.
Vittoria
stood
by
.
Rummaging
through
a
tray
of
archivist
tools
,
Langdon
found
the
felt
-
pad
pincers
archivists
called
finger
cymbals
—
oversized
tweezers
with
flattened
disks
on
each
arm
.
As
his
excitement
mounted
,
Langdon
feared
at
any
moment
he
might
awake
back
in
Cambridge
with
a
pile
of
test
papers
to
grade
.
Inhaling
deeply
,
he
opened
the
bag
.
Fingers
trembling
in
their
cotton
gloves
,
he
reached
in
with
his
tongs
.
"
Relax
,
"
Vittoria
said
.
"
It
’
s
paper
,
not
plutonium
.
"
Langdon
slid
the
tongs
around
the
stack
of
documents
inside
and
was
careful
to
apply
even
pressure
.
Then
,
rather
than
pulling
out
the
documents
,
he
held
them
in
place
while
he
slid
off
the
bag
—
an
archivist
’
s
procedure
for
minimizing
torque
on
the
artifact
.
Not
until
the
bag
was
removed
and
Langdon
had
turned
on
the
exam
darklight
beneath
the
table
did
he
begin
breathing
again
.
Vittoria
looked
like
a
specter
now
,
lit
from
below
by
the
lamp
beneath
the
glass
.
"
Small
sheets
,
"
she
said
,
her
voice
reverent
.
Langdon
nodded
.
The
stack
of
folios
before
them
looked
like
loose
pages
from
a
small
paperback
novel
.
Langdon
could
see
that
the
top
sheet
was
an
ornate
pen
and
ink
cover
sheet
with
the
title
,
the
date
,
and
Galileo
’
s
name
in
his
own
hand
.
In
that
instant
,
Langdon
forgot
the
cramped
quarters
,
forgot
his
exhaustion
,
forgot
the
horrifying
situation
that
had
brought
him
here
.
He
simply
stared
in
wonder
.
Close
encounters
with
history
always
left
Langdon
numbed
with
reverence
…
like
seeing
the
brushstrokes
on
the
Mona
Lisa
.
The
muted
,
yellow
papyrus
left
no
doubt
in
Langdon
’
s
mind
as
to
its
age
and
authenticity
,
but
excluding
the
inevitable
fading
,
the
document
was
in
superb
condition
.
Slight
bleaching
of
the
pigment
.
Minor
sundering
and
cohesion
of
the
papyrus
.
But
all
in
all
…
in
damn
fine
condition
.
He
studied
the
ornate
hand
etching
of
the
cover
,
his
vision
blurring
in
the
lack
of
humidity
.
Vittoria
was
silent
.
"
Hand
me
a
spatula
,
please
.
"
Langdon
motioned
beside
Vittoria
to
a
tray
filled
with
stainless
-
steel
archival
tools
.
She
handed
it
to
him
.
Langdon
took
the
tool
in
his
hand
.
It
was
a
good
one
.
He
ran
his
fingers
across
the
face
to
remove
any
static
charge
and
then
,
ever
so
carefully
,
slid
the
blade
beneath
the
cover
.
Then
,
lifting
the
spatula
,
he
turned
over
the
cover
sheet
.
