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So
obvious
.
So
clear
.
So
deviously
simple
.
Staring
at
it
now
,
Langdon
could
not
believe
the
Illuminati
lair
had
stayed
hidden
for
so
many
years
.
The
entire
city
seemed
to
fade
away
as
he
looked
out
at
the
monstrous
stone
structure
across
the
river
in
front
of
him
.
The
building
was
as
famous
as
any
in
Rome
.
It
stood
on
the
banks
of
the
Tiber
River
diagonally
adjacent
to
the
Vatican
.
The
building
’
s
geometry
was
stark
—
a
circular
castle
,
within
a
square
fortress
,
and
then
,
outside
its
walls
,
surrounding
the
entire
structure
,
a
park
in
the
shape
of
a
pentagram
.
The
ancient
stone
ramparts
before
him
were
dramatically
lit
by
soft
floodlights
.
High
atop
the
castle
stood
the
mammoth
bronze
angel
The
angel
pointed
his
sword
downward
at
the
exact
center
of
the
castle
.
And
as
if
that
were
not
enough
,
leading
solely
and
directly
to
the
castle
’
s
main
entrance
stood
the
famous
Bridge
of
Angels
…
a
dramatic
approachway
adorned
by
twelve
towering
angels
carved
by
none
other
than
Bernini
himself
.
In
a
final
breathtaking
revelation
,
Langdon
realized
Bernini
’
s
city
-
wide
cross
of
obelisks
marked
the
fortress
in
perfect
Illuminati
fashion
;
the
cross
’
s
central
arm
passed
directly
through
the
center
of
the
castle
’
s
bridge
,
dividing
it
into
two
equal
halves
.
Langdon
retrieved
his
tweed
coat
,
holding
it
away
from
his
dripping
body
.
Then
he
jumped
into
the
stolen
sedan
and
rammed
his
soggy
shoe
into
the
accelerator
,
speeding
off
into
the
night
.
It
was
11
:
07
P
.
M
.
Langdon
’
s
car
raced
through
the
Roman
night
.
Speeding
down
Lungotevere
Tor
Di
Nona
,
parallel
with
the
river
,
Langdon
could
now
see
his
destination
rising
like
a
mountain
to
his
right
.
Castel
Sant
’
Angelo
.
Castle
of
the
Angel
.
Without
warning
,
the
turnoff
to
the
narrow
Bridge
of
Angels
—
Ponte
Sant
’
Angelo
—
appeared
suddenly
.
Langdon
slammed
on
his
brakes
and
swerved
.
He
turned
in
time
,
but
the
bridge
was
barricaded
.
He
skidded
ten
feet
and
collided
with
a
series
of
short
cement
pillars
blocking
his
way
.
Langdon
lurched
forward
as
the
vehicle
stalled
,
wheezing
and
shuddering
.
He
had
forgotten
the
Bridge
of
Angels
,
in
order
to
preserve
it
,
was
now
zoned
pedestrians
only
.
Shaken
,
Langdon
staggered
from
the
crumpled
car
,
wishing
now
he
had
chosen
one
of
the
other
routes
.
He
felt
chilled
,
shivering
from
the
fountain
.
He
donned
his
Harris
tweed
over
his
damp
shirt
,
grateful
for
Harris
’
s
trademark
double
lining
.
The
Diagramma
folio
would
remain
dry
.
Before
him
,
across
the
bridge
,
the
stone
fortress
rose
like
a
mountain
.
Aching
and
depleted
,
Langdon
broke
into
a
loping
run
.
