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The
original
occupant
of
the
tomb
was
suspended
above
him
,
having
adhered
,
as
decaying
bodies
often
did
,
to
the
bottom
of
the
casket
.
The
skeleton
hovered
a
moment
,
like
a
tentative
lover
,
and
then
with
a
sticky
crackling
,
it
succumbed
to
gravity
and
peeled
away
.
The
carcass
rushed
down
to
embrace
him
,
raining
putrid
bones
and
dust
into
Langdon
’
s
eyes
and
mouth
.
Before
Langdon
could
react
,
a
blind
arm
was
slithering
through
the
opening
beneath
the
casket
,
sifting
through
the
carcass
like
a
hungry
python
.
It
groped
until
it
found
Langdon
’
s
neck
and
clamped
down
Langdon
tried
to
fight
back
against
the
iron
fist
now
crushing
his
larynx
,
but
he
found
his
left
sleeve
pinched
beneath
the
edge
of
the
coffin
.
He
had
only
one
arm
free
,
and
the
fight
was
a
losing
battle
.
Langdon
’
s
legs
bent
in
the
only
open
space
he
had
,
his
feet
searching
for
the
casket
floor
above
him
.
He
found
it
.
Coiling
,
he
planted
his
feet
.
Then
,
as
the
hand
around
his
neck
squeezed
tighter
,
Langdon
closed
his
eyes
and
extended
his
legs
like
a
ram
.
The
casket
shifted
,
ever
so
slightly
,
but
enough
.
With
a
raw
grinding
,
the
sarcophagus
slid
off
the
supports
and
landed
on
the
floor
.
The
casket
rim
crashed
onto
the
killer
’
s
arm
,
and
there
was
a
muffled
scream
of
pain
.
The
hand
released
Langdon
’
s
neck
,
twisting
and
jerking
away
into
the
dark
.
When
the
killer
finally
pulled
his
arm
free
,
the
casket
fell
with
a
conclusive
thud
against
the
flat
marble
floor
.
Complete
darkness
.
Again
.
And
silence
.
There
was
no
frustrated
pounding
outside
the
overturned
sarcophagus
.
No
prying
to
get
in
.
Nothing
.
As
Langdon
lay
in
the
dark
amidst
a
pile
of
bones
,
he
fought
the
closing
darkness
and
turned
his
thoughts
to
her
.
Vittoria
.
Are
you
alive
?
If
Langdon
had
known
the
truth
—
the
horror
to
which
Vittoria
would
soon
awake
—
he
would
have
wished
for
her
sake
that
she
were
dead
.
