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Impossible
to
miss
.
Langdon
felt
a
trace
of
self
-
preservation
grip
his
unconscious
mind
.
He
twisted
his
body
onto
his
stomach
,
parallel
with
the
casket
.
Facedown
,
he
planted
his
hands
flat
on
the
floor
,
the
glass
cut
from
the
archives
pinching
open
with
a
stab
.
Ignoring
the
pain
,
he
pushed
.
Driving
his
body
upward
in
an
awkward
push
-
up
,
Langdon
arched
his
stomach
off
the
floor
just
as
the
gun
went
off
.
He
could
feel
the
shock
wave
of
the
bullets
as
they
sailed
beneath
him
and
pulverized
the
porous
travertine
behind
.
Closing
his
eyes
and
straining
against
exhaustion
,
Langdon
prayed
for
the
thunder
to
stop
.
And
then
it
did
.
The
roar
of
gunfire
was
replaced
with
the
cold
click
of
an
empty
chamber
.
Langdon
opened
his
eyes
slowly
,
almost
fearful
his
eyelids
would
make
a
sound
.
Fighting
the
trembling
pain
,
he
held
his
position
,
arched
like
a
cat
.
He
didn
’
t
even
dare
breathe
.
His
eardrums
numbed
by
gunfire
,
Langdon
listened
for
any
hint
of
the
killer
’
s
departure
.
Silence
.
He
thought
of
Vittoria
and
ached
to
help
her
.
The
sound
that
followed
was
deafening
.
Barely
human
.
A
guttural
bellow
of
exertion
.
The
sarcophagus
over
Langdon
’
s
head
suddenly
seemed
to
rise
on
its
side
.
Langdon
collapsed
on
the
floor
as
hundreds
of
pounds
teetered
toward
him
.
Gravity
overcame
friction
,
and
the
lid
was
the
first
to
go
,
sliding
off
the
tomb
and
crashing
to
the
floor
beside
him
.
The
casket
came
next
,
rolling
off
its
supports
and
toppling
upside
down
toward
Langdon
.
As
the
box
rolled
,
Langdon
knew
he
would
either
be
entombed
in
the
hollow
beneath
it
or
crushed
by
one
of
the
edges
.
Pulling
in
his
legs
and
head
,
Langdon
compacted
his
body
and
yanked
his
arms
to
his
sides
.
Then
he
closed
his
eyes
and
awaited
the
sickening
crush
.
When
it
came
,
the
entire
floor
shook
beneath
him
.
The
upper
rim
landed
only
millimeters
from
the
top
of
his
head
,
rattling
his
teeth
in
their
sockets
.
His
right
arm
,
which
Langdon
had
been
certain
would
be
crushed
,
miraculously
still
felt
intact
.
He
opened
his
eyes
to
see
a
shaft
of
light
.
The
right
rim
of
the
casket
had
not
fallen
all
the
way
to
the
floor
and
was
still
propped
partially
on
its
supports
.
Directly
overhead
,
though
,
Langdon
found
himself
staring
quite
literally
into
the
face
of
death
.
