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"
Ever
fire
anything
other
than
a
tranquilizer
gun
?
"
"
Don
’
t
you
trust
me
?
"
"
Trust
you
?
I
barely
know
you
.
"
Vittoria
frowned
.
"
And
here
I
thought
we
were
newlyweds
.
"
The
air
inside
the
Pantheon
was
cool
and
damp
,
heavy
with
history
.
The
sprawling
ceiling
hovered
overhead
as
though
weightless
—
the
141
-
foot
unsupported
span
larger
even
than
the
cupola
at
St
.
Peter
’
s
.
As
always
,
Langdon
felt
a
chill
as
he
entered
the
cavernous
room
.
It
was
a
remarkable
fusion
of
engineering
and
art
.
Above
them
the
famous
circular
hole
in
the
roof
glowed
with
a
narrow
shaft
of
evening
sun
.
The
oculus
,
Langdon
thought
.
The
demon
’
s
hole
.
They
had
arrived
.
Langdon
’
s
eyes
traced
the
arch
of
the
ceiling
sloping
outward
to
the
columned
walls
and
finally
down
to
the
polished
marble
floor
beneath
their
feet
.
The
faint
echo
of
footfalls
and
tourist
murmurs
reverberated
around
the
dome
.
Langdon
scanned
the
dozen
or
so
tourists
wandering
aimlessly
in
the
shadows
.
Are
you
here
?
"
Looks
pretty
quiet
,
"
Vittoria
said
,
still
holding
his
hand
.
Langdon
nodded
.
"
Where
’
s
Raphael
’
s
tomb
?
"
