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Beyond
it
there
was
light
.
Langdon
was
running
now
.
He
clambered
over
the
wood
and
headed
for
the
light
.
The
passage
quickly
opened
into
another
,
larger
chamber
.
Here
a
single
torch
flickered
on
the
wall
.
Langdon
was
in
a
section
of
the
castle
that
had
no
electricity
…
a
section
no
tourists
would
ever
see
.
The
room
would
have
been
frightful
in
daylight
,
but
the
torch
made
it
even
more
gruesome
.
Il
prigione
.
There
were
a
dozen
tiny
jail
cells
,
the
iron
bars
on
most
eroded
away
.
One
of
the
larger
cells
,
however
,
remained
intact
,
and
on
the
floor
Langdon
saw
something
that
almost
stopped
his
heart
.
Black
robes
and
red
sashes
on
the
floor
.
This
is
where
he
held
the
cardinals
!
Near
the
cell
was
an
iron
doorway
in
the
wall
.
The
door
was
ajar
and
beyond
it
Langdon
could
see
some
sort
of
passage
.
He
ran
toward
it
.
But
Langdon
stopped
before
he
got
there
.
The
trail
of
blood
did
not
enter
the
passage
.
When
Langdon
saw
the
words
carved
over
the
archway
,
he
knew
why
.
Il
Passetto
.
He
was
stunned
.
He
had
heard
of
this
tunnel
many
times
,
never
knowing
where
exactly
the
entrance
was
.
Il
Passetto
—
The
Little
Passage
—
was
a
slender
,
three
-
quarter
-
mile
tunnel
built
between
Castle
St
.
Angelo
and
the
Vatican
.
It
had
been
used
by
various
Popes
to
escape
to
safety
during
sieges
of
the
Vatican
…
as
well
as
by
a
few
less
pious
Popes
to
secretly
visit
mistresses
or
oversee
the
torture
of
their
enemies
.
Nowadays
both
ends
of
the
tunnel
were
supposedly
sealed
with
impenetrable
locks
whose
keys
were
kept
in
some
Vatican
vault
.
Langdon
suddenly
feared
he
knew
how
the
Illuminati
had
been
moving
in
and
out
of
the
Vatican
.
He
found
himself
wondering
who
on
the
inside
had
betrayed
the
church
and
coughed
up
the
keys
.
Olivetti
?
One
of
the
Swiss
Guard
?
None
of
it
mattered
anymore
.
The
blood
on
the
floor
led
to
the
opposite
end
of
the
prison
.
Langdon
followed
.
Here
,
a
rusty
gate
hung
draped
with
chains
.
The
lock
had
been
removed
and
the
gate
stood
ajar
.
Beyond
the
gate
was
a
steep
ascension
of
spiral
stairs
.
The
floor
here
was
also
marked
with
a
pentagramal
block
.
Langdon
stared
at
the
block
,
trembling
,
wondering
if
Bernini
himself
had
held
the
chisel
that
had
shaped
these
chunks
.
Overhead
,
the
archway
was
adorned
with
a
tiny
carved
cherub
.
This
was
it
.
The
trail
of
blood
curved
up
the
stairs
.
