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Then
,
with
a
thundering
of
books
sliding
off
the
shelves
,
Langdon
and
the
shelf
were
falling
forward
.
Halfway
to
the
ground
,
the
shelf
hit
the
stack
next
to
it
.
Langdon
hung
on
,
throwing
his
weight
forward
,
urging
the
second
shelf
to
topple
.
There
was
a
moment
of
motionless
panic
,
and
then
,
creaking
under
the
weight
,
the
second
stack
began
to
tip
.
Langdon
was
falling
again
.
Like
enormous
dominoes
,
the
stacks
began
to
topple
,
one
after
another
.
Metal
on
metal
,
books
tumbling
everywhere
.
Langdon
held
on
as
his
inclined
stack
bounced
downward
like
a
ratchet
on
a
jack
.
He
wondered
how
many
stacks
there
were
in
all
.
How
much
would
they
weigh
?
The
glass
at
the
far
end
was
thick
…
Langdon
’
s
stack
had
fallen
almost
to
the
horizontal
when
he
heard
what
he
was
waiting
for
—
a
different
kind
of
collision
.
Far
off
.
At
the
end
of
the
vault
.
The
sharp
smack
of
metal
on
glass
.
The
vault
around
him
shook
,
and
Langdon
knew
the
final
stack
,
weighted
down
by
the
others
,
had
hit
the
glass
hard
.
The
sound
that
followed
was
the
most
unwelcome
sound
Langdon
had
ever
heard
.
Silence
.
There
was
no
crashing
of
glass
,
only
the
resounding
thud
as
the
wall
accepted
the
weight
of
the
stacks
now
propped
against
it
.
He
lay
wide
-
eyed
on
the
pile
of
books
.
Somewhere
in
the
distance
there
was
a
creaking
.
Langdon
would
have
held
his
breath
to
listen
,
but
he
had
none
left
to
hold
.
One
second
.
Two
…
Then
,
as
he
teetered
on
the
brink
of
unconsciousness
,
Langdon
heard
a
distant
yielding
…
a
ripple
spidering
outward
through
the
glass
.
Suddenly
,
like
a
cannon
,
the
glass
exploded
.
The
stack
beneath
Langdon
collapsed
to
the
floor
Like
welcome
rain
on
a
desert
,
shards
of
glass
tinkled
downward
in
the
dark
.
With
a
great
sucking
hiss
,
the
air
gushed
in
.
Thirty
seconds
later
,
in
the
Vatican
Grottoes
,
Vittoria
was
standing
before
a
corpse
when
the
electronic
squawk
of
a
walkie
-
talkie
broke
the
silence
.
The
voice
blaring
out
sounded
short
of
breath
.
"
This
is
Robert
Langdon
!
Can
anyone
hear
me
?
"
