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One
strong
-
willed
woman
,
Langdon
thought
.
As
he
turned
back
to
the
pit
,
he
felt
light
-
headed
from
the
fumes
.
Holding
his
breath
,
he
dropped
his
head
below
the
rim
and
peered
deep
into
the
darkness
.
Slowly
,
as
his
eyes
adjusted
,
he
began
to
see
faint
shapes
below
.
The
pit
appeared
to
open
into
a
small
chamber
.
Demon
’
s
hole
.
He
wondered
how
many
generations
of
Chigis
had
been
unceremoniously
dumped
in
.
Langdon
closed
his
eyes
and
waited
,
forcing
his
pupils
to
dilate
so
he
could
see
better
in
the
dark
.
When
he
opened
his
eyes
again
,
a
pale
muted
figure
hovered
below
in
the
darkness
.
Langdon
shivered
but
fought
the
instinct
to
pull
out
.
Am
I
seeing
things
?
Is
that
a
body
?
The
figure
faded
.
Langdon
closed
his
eyes
again
and
waited
,
longer
this
time
,
so
his
eyes
would
pick
up
the
faintest
light
.
Dizziness
started
to
set
in
,
and
his
thoughts
wandered
in
the
blackness
.
Just
a
few
more
seconds
.
He
wasn
’
t
sure
if
it
was
breathing
the
fumes
or
holding
his
head
at
a
low
inclination
,
but
Langdon
was
definitely
starting
to
feel
squeamish
.
When
he
finally
opened
his
eyes
again
,
the
image
before
him
was
totally
inexplicable
.
He
was
now
staring
at
a
crypt
bathed
in
an
eerie
bluish
light
.
A
faint
hissing
sound
reverberated
in
his
ears
.
Light
flickered
on
the
steep
walls
of
the
shaft
.
Suddenly
,
a
long
shadow
materialized
over
him
.
Startled
,
Langdon
scrambled
up
.
"
Look
out
!
"
someone
exclaimed
behind
him
.
Before
Langdon
could
turn
,
he
felt
a
sharp
pain
on
the
back
of
his
neck
.
He
spun
to
see
Vittoria
twisting
a
lit
blowtorch
away
from
him
,
the
hissing
flame
throwing
blue
light
around
the
chapel
.
Langdon
grabbed
his
neck
.
"
What
the
hell
are
you
doing
?
"
"
I
was
giving
you
some
light
,
"
she
said
.
"
You
backed
right
into
me
.
"
Langdon
glared
at
the
portable
blowtorch
in
her
hand
.
