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He
was
breathing
harder
than
he
expected
when
he
reached
the
upper
tier
.
He
pulled
himself
onto
the
last
platform
,
brushed
off
the
plaster
,
and
stood
up
.
The
height
did
not
bother
him
at
all
.
In
fact
,
it
was
invigorating
.
The
view
was
staggering
.
Like
an
ocean
on
fire
,
the
red
-
tiled
rooftops
of
Rome
spread
out
before
him
,
glowing
in
the
scarlet
sunset
.
From
that
spot
,
for
the
first
time
in
his
life
,
Langdon
saw
beyond
the
pollution
and
traffic
of
Rome
to
its
ancient
roots
—
Cittа
di
Dio
—
The
city
of
God
.
Squinting
into
the
sunset
,
Langdon
scanned
the
rooftops
for
a
church
steeple
or
bell
tower
.
But
as
he
looked
farther
and
farther
toward
the
horizon
,
he
saw
nothing
.
There
are
hundreds
of
churches
in
Rome
,
he
thought
.
There
must
be
one
southwest
of
here
!
If
the
church
is
even
visible
,
he
reminded
himself
.
Hell
,
if
the
church
is
even
still
standing
!
Forcing
his
eyes
to
trace
the
line
slowly
,
he
attempted
the
search
again
.
He
knew
,
of
course
,
that
not
all
churches
would
have
visible
spires
,
especially
smaller
,
out
-
of
-
the
-
way
sanctuaries
.
Not
to
mention
,
Rome
had
changed
dramatically
since
the
1600s
when
churches
were
by
law
the
tallest
buildings
allowed
.
Now
,
as
Langdon
looked
out
,
he
saw
apartment
buildings
,
high
-
rises
,
TV
towers
.
For
the
second
time
,
Langdon
’
s
eye
reached
the
horizon
without
seeing
anything
.
Not
one
single
spire
.
In
the
distance
,
on
the
very
edge
of
Rome
,
Michelangelo
’
s
massive
dome
blotted
the
setting
sun
.
St
.
Peter
’
s
Basilica
.
Vatican
City
.
Langdon
found
himself
wondering
how
the
cardinals
were
faring
,
and
if
the
Swiss
Guards
’
search
had
turned
up
the
antimatter
.
Something
told
him
it
hadn
’
t
…
and
wouldn
’
t
.
The
poem
was
rattling
through
his
head
again
.
He
considered
it
,
carefully
,
line
by
line
.
From
Santi
’
s
earthly
tomb
with
demon
’
s
hole
.
They
had
found
Santi
’
s
tomb
.
‘
Cross
Rome
the
mystic
elements
unfold
.
The
mystic
elements
were
Earth
,
Air
,
Fire
,
Water
.
The
path
of
light
is
laid
,
the
sacred
test
.
The
path
of
Illumination
formed
by
Bernini
’
s
sculptures
.
Let
angels
guide
you
on
your
lofty
quest
.
The
angel
was
pointing
southwest
…
"
Front
stairs
!
"
Glick
exclaimed
,
pointing
wildly
through
the
windshield
of
the
BBC
van
.
"
Something
’
s
going
on
!
"
Macri
dropped
her
shot
back
down
to
the
main
entrance
.
Something
was
definitely
going
on
.
At
the
bottom
of
the
stairs
,
the
military
-
looking
man
had
pulled
one
of
the
Alpha
Romeos
close
to
the
stairs
and
opened
the
trunk
.
Now
he
was
scanning
the
square
as
if
checking
for
onlookers
.
For
a
moment
,
Macri
thought
the
man
had
spotted
them
,
but
his
eyes
kept
moving
.
Apparently
satisfied
,
he
pulled
out
a
walkie
-
talkie
and
spoke
into
it
.
