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After
one
complete
turn
into
the
earth
,
the
light
was
all
but
gone
.
The
tunnel
leveled
out
,
and
Langdon
slowed
,
sensing
by
the
echo
of
his
footfalls
that
he
had
just
entered
a
larger
chamber
.
Before
him
in
the
murkiness
,
he
thought
he
saw
glimmers
of
light
…
fuzzy
reflections
in
the
ambient
gleam
.
He
moved
forward
,
reaching
out
his
hand
.
He
found
smooth
surfaces
.
Chrome
and
glass
.
It
was
a
vehicle
.
He
groped
the
surface
,
found
a
door
,
and
opened
it
.
The
vehicle
’
s
interior
dome
-
light
flashed
on
.
He
stepped
back
and
recognized
the
black
van
immediately
.
Feeling
a
surge
of
loathing
,
he
stared
a
moment
,
then
he
dove
in
,
rooting
around
in
hopes
of
finding
a
weapon
to
replace
the
one
he
’
d
lost
in
the
fountain
.
He
found
none
.
He
did
,
however
,
find
Vittoria
’
s
cell
phone
.
It
was
shattered
and
useless
.
The
sight
of
it
filled
Langdon
with
fear
.
He
prayed
he
was
not
too
late
.
He
reached
up
and
turned
on
the
van
’
s
headlights
.
The
room
around
him
blazed
into
existence
,
harsh
shadows
in
a
simple
chamber
.
Langdon
guessed
the
room
was
once
used
for
horses
and
ammunition
.
It
was
also
a
dead
end
.
No
exit
.
I
came
the
wrong
way
!
At
the
end
of
his
rope
,
Langdon
jumped
from
the
van
and
scanned
the
walls
around
him
.
No
doorways
.
No
gates
.
He
thought
of
the
angel
over
the
tunnel
entrance
and
wondered
if
it
had
been
a
coincidence
.
No
!
He
thought
of
the
killer
’
s
words
at
the
fountain
.
She
is
in
the
Church
of
Illumination
…
awaiting
my
return
.
Langdon
had
come
too
far
to
fail
now
.
His
heart
was
pounding
.
Frustration
and
hatred
were
starting
to
cripple
his
senses
.
When
he
saw
the
blood
on
the
floor
,
Langdon
’
s
first
thought
was
for
Vittoria
.
But
as
his
eyes
followed
the
stains
,
he
realized
they
were
bloody
footprints
.
The
strides
were
long
.
The
splotches
of
blood
were
only
on
the
left
foot
.
The
Hassassin
!
Langdon
followed
the
footprints
toward
the
corner
of
the
room
,
his
sprawling
shadow
growing
fainter
.
He
felt
more
and
more
puzzled
with
every
step
.
The
bloody
prints
looked
as
though
they
walked
directly
into
the
corner
of
the
room
and
then
disappeared
.
When
Langdon
arrived
in
the
corner
,
he
could
not
believe
his
eyes
.
The
granite
block
in
the
floor
here
was
not
a
square
like
the
others
.
He
was
looking
at
another
signpost
.
The
block
was
carved
into
a
perfect
pentagram
,
arranged
with
the
tip
pointing
into
the
corner
.
Ingeniously
concealed
by
overlapping
walls
,
a
narrow
slit
in
the
stone
served
as
an
exit
.
Langdon
slid
through
.
He
was
in
a
passage
.
In
front
of
him
were
the
remains
of
a
wooden
barrier
that
had
once
been
blocking
this
tunnel
.
