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"
Ancora
,
"
the
camerlegno
said
,
rolling
up
the
sleeves
of
his
cassock
and
preparing
to
push
along
with
them
.
"
Ora
!
"
Everyone
heaved
.
Vittoria
was
about
to
offer
her
own
help
,
but
just
then
,
the
lid
began
to
slide
.
The
men
dug
in
again
,
and
with
an
almost
primal
growl
of
stone
on
stone
,
the
lid
rotated
off
the
top
of
the
tomb
and
came
to
rest
at
an
angle
—
the
Pope
’
s
carved
head
now
pushed
back
into
the
niche
and
his
feet
extended
out
into
the
hallway
.
Everyone
stepped
back
.
Tentatively
,
a
guard
bent
and
retrieved
his
flashlight
.
Then
he
aimed
it
into
the
tomb
.
The
beam
seemed
to
tremble
a
moment
,
and
then
the
guard
held
it
steady
.
The
other
guards
gathered
one
by
one
.
Even
in
the
darkness
Vittoria
sensed
them
recoil
.
In
succession
,
they
crossed
themselves
.
The
camerlegno
shuddered
when
he
looked
into
the
tomb
,
his
shoulders
dropping
like
weights
.
He
stood
a
long
moment
before
turning
away
.
Vittoria
had
feared
the
corpse
’
s
mouth
might
be
clenched
tight
with
rigor
mortis
and
that
she
would
have
to
suggest
breaking
the
jaw
to
see
the
tongue
.
She
now
saw
it
would
be
unnecessary
.
The
cheeks
had
collapsed
,
and
the
Pope
’
s
mouth
gaped
wide
.
His
tongue
was
black
as
death
.
No
light
.
No
sound
.
The
Secret
Archives
were
black
.
Fear
,
Langdon
now
realized
,
was
an
intense
motivator
.
Short
of
breath
,
he
fumbled
through
the
blackness
toward
the
revolving
door
.
He
found
the
button
on
the
wall
and
rammed
his
palm
against
it
.
Nothing
happened
.
He
tried
again
.
The
door
was
dead
.
