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Langdon
rocketed
downward
,
on
the
edge
of
a
billowing
shroud
of
light
,
feeling
like
a
surfer
trying
to
outrun
a
thousand
-
foot
tidal
wave
.
Then
suddenly
,
the
heat
receded
.
He
was
falling
again
through
the
dark
coolness
.
For
an
instant
,
Langdon
felt
hope
.
A
moment
later
,
though
,
that
hope
faded
like
the
withdrawing
heat
above
.
Despite
his
straining
arms
assuring
him
that
the
tarp
was
slowing
his
fall
,
the
wind
still
tore
past
his
body
with
deafening
velocity
.
Langdon
had
no
doubt
he
was
still
moving
too
fast
to
survive
the
fall
.
He
would
be
crushed
when
he
hit
the
ground
.
Mathematical
figures
tumbled
through
his
brain
,
but
he
was
too
numb
to
make
sense
of
them
…
one
square
yard
of
drag
…
20
percent
reduction
of
speed
.
All
Langdon
could
figure
was
that
the
tarp
over
his
head
was
big
enough
to
slow
him
more
than
20
percent
.
Unfortunately
,
though
,
he
could
tell
from
the
wind
whipping
past
him
that
whatever
good
the
tarp
was
doing
was
not
enough
.
He
was
still
falling
fast
…
there
would
be
no
surviving
the
impact
on
the
waiting
sea
of
concrete
.
Beneath
him
,
the
lights
of
Rome
spread
out
in
all
directions
.
The
city
looked
like
an
enormous
starlit
sky
that
Langdon
was
falling
into
.
The
perfect
expanse
of
stars
was
marred
only
by
a
dark
strip
that
split
the
city
in
two
—
a
wide
,
unlit
ribbon
that
wound
through
the
dots
of
light
like
a
fat
snake
.
Langdon
stared
down
at
the
meandering
swatch
of
black
.
Suddenly
,
like
the
surging
crest
of
an
unexpected
wave
,
hope
filled
him
again
.
With
almost
maniacal
vigor
,
Langdon
yanked
down
hard
with
his
right
hand
on
the
canopy
.
The
tarp
suddenly
flapped
louder
,
billowing
,
cutting
right
to
find
the
path
of
least
resistance
.
Langdon
felt
himself
drifting
sideways
.
He
pulled
again
,
harder
,
ignoring
the
pain
in
his
palm
.
The
tarp
flared
,
and
Langdon
sensed
his
body
sliding
laterally
.
Not
much
.
But
some
!
He
looked
beneath
him
again
,
to
the
sinuous
serpent
of
black
.
It
was
off
to
the
right
,
but
he
was
still
pretty
high
.
Had
he
waited
too
long
?
He
pulled
with
all
his
might
and
accepted
somehow
that
it
was
now
in
the
hands
of
God
.
He
focused
hard
on
the
widest
part
of
the
serpent
and
…
for
the
first
time
in
his
life
,
prayed
for
a
miracle
.
The
rest
was
a
blur
.
The
darkness
rushing
up
beneath
him
…
the
diving
instincts
coming
back
…
the
reflexive
locking
of
his
spine
and
pointing
of
the
toes
…
the
inflating
of
his
lungs
to
protect
his
vital
organs
…
the
flexing
of
his
legs
into
a
battering
ram
…
and
finally
…
the
thankfulness
that
the
winding
Tiber
River
was
raging
…
making
its
waters
frothy
and
air
-
filled
…
and
three
times
softer
than
standing
water
.
