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As
the
echo
of
the
ninth
bell
faded
away
,
a
peaceful
silence
descended
across
the
square
.
Then
…
the
little
girl
began
to
scream
.
Langdon
was
the
first
to
reach
the
screaming
girl
.
The
terrified
youngster
stood
frozen
,
pointing
at
the
base
of
the
obelisk
where
a
shabby
,
decrepit
drunk
sat
slumped
on
the
stairs
.
The
man
was
a
miserable
sight
…
apparently
one
of
Rome
’
s
homeless
.
His
gray
hair
hung
in
greasy
strands
in
front
of
his
face
,
and
his
entire
body
was
wrapped
in
some
sort
of
dirty
cloth
.
The
girl
kept
screaming
as
she
scampered
off
into
the
crowd
.
Langdon
felt
an
upsurge
of
dread
as
he
dashed
toward
the
invalid
.
There
was
a
dark
,
widening
stain
spreading
across
the
man
’
s
rags
.
Fresh
,
flowing
blood
.
Then
,
it
was
as
if
everything
happened
at
once
.
The
old
man
seemed
to
crumple
in
the
middle
,
tottering
forward
.
Langdon
lunged
,
but
he
was
too
late
.
The
man
pitched
forward
,
toppled
off
the
stairs
,
and
hit
the
pavement
facedown
.
Motionless
.
Langdon
dropped
to
his
knees
.
Vittoria
arrived
beside
him
.
A
crowd
was
gathering
.
Vittoria
put
her
fingers
on
the
man
’
s
throat
from
behind
.
"
There
’
s
a
pulse
,
"
she
declared
.
"
Roll
him
.
"
Langdon
was
already
in
motion
.
Grasping
the
man
’
s
shoulders
,
he
rolled
the
body
.
As
he
did
,
the
loose
rags
seemed
to
slough
away
like
dead
flesh
.
The
man
flopped
limp
onto
his
back
.
Dead
center
of
his
naked
chest
was
a
wide
area
of
charred
flesh
.
