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The
pinched
sleeve
of
his
jacket
had
thankfully
come
free
when
the
casket
fell
,
leaving
Langdon
now
with
two
mobile
arms
.
Even
so
,
as
he
pressed
upward
on
the
ceiling
of
his
tiny
cell
,
he
found
it
immovable
.
Oddly
,
he
wished
his
sleeve
were
still
caught
.
At
least
it
might
create
a
crack
for
some
air
.
As
Langdon
pushed
against
the
roof
above
,
his
sleeve
fell
back
to
reveal
the
faint
glow
of
an
old
friend
.
Mickey
.
The
greenish
cartoon
face
seemed
mocking
now
.
Langdon
probed
the
blackness
for
any
other
sign
of
light
,
but
the
casket
rim
was
flush
against
the
floor
.
Goddamn
Italian
perfectionists
,
he
cursed
,
now
imperiled
by
the
same
artistic
excellence
he
taught
his
students
to
revere
…
impeccable
edges
,
faultless
parallels
,
and
of
course
,
use
only
of
the
most
seamless
and
resilient
Carrara
marble
.
Precision
can
be
suffocating
.
"
Lift
the
damn
thing
,
"
he
said
aloud
,
pressing
harder
through
the
tangle
of
bones
.
The
box
shifted
slightly
.
Setting
his
jaw
,
he
heaved
again
.
The
box
felt
like
a
boulder
,
but
this
time
it
raised
a
quarter
of
an
inch
.
A
fleeting
glimmer
of
light
surrounded
him
,
and
then
the
casket
thudded
back
down
.
Langdon
lay
panting
in
the
dark
.
He
tried
to
use
his
legs
to
lift
as
he
had
before
,
but
now
that
the
sarcophagus
had
fallen
flat
,
there
was
no
room
even
to
straighten
his
knees
.
As
the
claustrophobic
panic
closed
in
,
Langdon
was
overcome
by
images
of
the
sarcophagus
shrinking
around
him
.
Squeezed
by
delirium
,
he
fought
the
illusion
with
every
logical
shred
of
intellect
he
had
.
"
Sarcophagus
,
"
he
stated
aloud
,
with
as
much
academic
sterility
as
he
could
muster
.
But
even
erudition
seemed
to
be
his
enemy
today
.
Sarcophagus
is
from
the
Greek
"
sarx
"
meaning
"
flesh
,
"
and
"
phagein
"
meaning
"
to
eat
.
"
I
’
m
trapped
in
a
box
literally
designed
to
"
eat
flesh
.
"
Images
of
flesh
eaten
from
bone
only
served
as
a
grim
reminder
that
Langdon
lay
covered
in
human
remains
.
The
notion
brought
nausea
and
chills
.
But
it
also
brought
an
idea
.
Fumbling
blindly
around
the
coffin
,
Langdon
found
a
shard
of
bone
.
A
rib
maybe
?
He
didn
’
t
care
.
All
he
wanted
was
a
wedge
.
If
he
could
lift
the
box
,
even
a
crack
,
and
slide
the
bone
fragment
beneath
the
rim
,
then
maybe
enough
air
could
…
