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"
What
the
…
?
"
Langdon
stammered
.
"
Freon
cooling
system
,
"
Kohler
replied
.
"
I
chilled
the
flat
to
preserve
the
body
.
"
Langdon
buttoned
his
tweed
jacket
against
the
cold
.
I
’
m
in
Oz
,
he
thought
.
And
I
forgot
my
magic
slippers
.
The
corpse
on
the
floor
before
Langdon
was
hideous
.
The
late
Leonardo
Vetra
lay
on
his
back
,
stripped
naked
,
his
skin
bluish
-
gray
.
His
neck
bones
were
jutting
out
where
they
had
been
broken
,
and
his
head
was
twisted
completely
backward
,
pointing
the
wrong
way
.
His
face
was
out
of
view
,
pressed
against
the
floor
.
The
man
lay
in
a
frozen
puddle
of
his
own
urine
,
the
hair
around
his
shriveled
genitals
spidered
with
frost
.
Fighting
a
wave
of
nausea
,
Langdon
let
his
eyes
fall
to
the
victim
’
s
chest
.
Although
Langdon
had
stared
at
the
symmetrical
wound
a
dozen
times
on
the
fax
,
the
burn
was
infinitely
more
commanding
in
real
life
.
The
raised
,
broiled
flesh
was
perfectly
delineated
…
the
symbol
flawlessly
formed
.
Langdon
wondered
if
the
intense
chill
now
raking
through
his
body
was
the
air
-
conditioning
or
his
utter
amazement
with
the
significance
of
what
he
was
now
staring
at
.
His
heart
pounded
as
he
circled
the
body
,
reading
the
word
upside
down
,
reaffirming
the
genius
of
the
symmetry
.
The
symbol
seemed
even
less
conceivable
now
that
he
was
staring
at
it
.
"
Mr
.
Langdon
?
"
Langdon
did
not
hear
.
He
was
in
another
world
…
his
world
,
his
element
,
a
world
where
history
,
myth
,
and
fact
collided
,
flooding
his
senses
.
The
gears
turned
.
"
Mr
.
Langdon
?
"
Kohler
’
s
eyes
probed
expectantly
.
