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A
flash
.
The
point
billowed
,
as
if
feeding
on
itself
,
unraveling
across
the
sky
in
a
dilating
radius
of
blinding
white
.
It
shot
out
in
all
directions
,
accelerating
with
incomprehensible
speed
,
gobbling
up
the
dark
.
As
the
sphere
of
light
grew
,
it
intensified
,
like
a
burgeoning
fiend
preparing
to
consume
the
entire
sky
.
It
raced
downward
,
toward
them
,
picking
up
speed
.
Blinded
,
the
multitudes
of
starkly
lit
human
faces
gasped
as
one
,
shielding
their
eyes
,
crying
out
in
strangled
fear
.
As
the
light
roared
out
in
all
directions
,
the
unimaginable
occurred
.
As
if
bound
by
God
’
s
own
will
,
the
surging
radius
seemed
to
hit
a
wall
.
It
was
as
if
the
explosion
were
contained
somehow
in
a
giant
glass
sphere
.
The
light
rebounded
inward
,
sharpening
,
rippling
across
itself
.
The
wave
appeared
to
have
reached
a
predetermined
diameter
and
hovered
there
.
For
that
instant
,
a
perfect
and
silent
sphere
of
light
glowed
over
Rome
.
Night
had
become
day
.
Then
it
hit
.
The
concussion
was
deep
and
hollow
—
a
thunderous
shock
wave
from
above
.
It
descended
on
them
like
the
wrath
of
hell
,
shaking
the
granite
foundation
of
Vatican
City
,
knocking
the
breath
out
of
people
’
s
lungs
,
sending
others
stumbling
backward
.
The
reverberation
circled
the
colonnade
,
followed
by
a
sudden
torrent
of
warm
air
.
The
wind
tore
through
the
square
,
letting
out
a
sepulchral
moan
as
it
whistled
through
the
columns
and
buffeted
the
walls
.
Dust
swirled
overhead
as
people
huddled
…
witnesses
to
Armageddon
.
Then
,
as
fast
as
it
appeared
,
the
sphere
imploded
,
sucking
back
in
on
itself
,
crushing
inward
to
the
tiny
point
of
light
from
which
it
had
come
.
Never
before
had
so
many
been
so
silent
.
The
faces
in
St
.
Peter
’
s
Square
,
one
by
one
,
averted
their
eyes
from
the
darkening
sky
and
turned
downward
,
each
person
in
his
or
her
own
private
moment
of
wonder
.
The
media
lights
followed
suit
,
dropping
their
beams
back
to
earth
as
if
out
of
reverence
for
the
blackness
now
settling
upon
them
.
It
seemed
for
a
moment
the
entire
world
was
bowing
its
head
in
unison
.
Cardinal
Mortati
knelt
to
pray
,
and
the
other
cardinals
joined
him
.
The
Swiss
Guard
lowered
their
long
swords
and
stood
numb
.
No
one
spoke
.
No
one
moved
.
Everywhere
,
hearts
shuddered
with
spontaneous
emotion
.
Bereavement
.
Fear
.
Wonder
.
Belief
.
And
a
dread
-
filled
respect
for
the
new
and
awesome
power
they
had
just
witnessed
.
Vittoria
Vetra
stood
trembling
at
the
foot
of
the
basilica
’
s
sweeping
stairs
.
She
closed
her
eyes
.
Through
the
tempest
of
emotions
now
coursing
through
her
blood
,
a
single
word
tolled
like
a
distant
bell
.
Pristine
.
Cruel
.
She
forced
it
away
.
And
yet
the
word
echoed
.
Again
she
drove
it
back
.
The
pain
was
too
great
.
She
tried
to
lose
herself
in
the
images
that
blazed
in
other
’
s
minds
…
antimatter
’
s
mind
-
boggling
power
…
the
Vatican
’
s
deliverance
…
the
camerlegno
…
feats
of
bravery
…
miracles
…
selflessness
.
And
still
the
word
echoed
…
tolling
through
the
chaos
with
a
stinging
loneliness
.
