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Then
there
was
impact
…
and
blackness
.
It
had
been
the
thundering
sound
of
the
flapping
canopy
that
drew
the
group
’
s
eyes
away
from
the
fireball
in
the
sky
The
sky
above
Rome
had
been
filled
with
sights
tonight
…
a
skyrocketing
helicopter
,
an
enormous
explosion
,
and
now
this
strange
object
that
had
plummeted
into
the
churning
waters
of
the
Tiber
River
,
directly
off
the
shore
of
the
river
’
s
tiny
island
,
Isola
Tiberina
.
Ever
since
the
island
had
been
used
to
quarantine
the
sick
during
the
Roman
plague
of
A
.
D
.
1656
,
it
had
been
thought
to
have
mystic
healing
properties
.
For
this
reason
,
the
island
had
later
become
the
site
for
Rome
’
s
Hospital
Tiberina
.
The
body
was
battered
when
they
pulled
it
onto
shore
.
The
man
still
had
a
faint
pulse
,
which
was
amazing
,
they
thought
.
They
wondered
if
it
was
Isola
Tiberina
’
s
mythical
reputation
for
healing
that
had
somehow
kept
his
heart
pumping
.
Minutes
later
,
when
the
man
began
coughing
and
slowly
regained
consciousness
,
the
group
decided
the
island
must
indeed
be
magical
.
Cardinal
Mortati
knew
there
were
no
words
in
any
language
that
could
have
added
to
the
mystery
of
this
moment
.
The
silence
of
the
vision
over
St
.
Peter
’
s
Square
sang
louder
than
any
chorus
of
angels
.
As
he
stared
up
at
Camerlegno
Ventresca
,
Mortati
felt
the
paralyzing
collision
of
his
heart
and
mind
.
The
vision
seemed
real
,
tangible
.
And
yet
…
how
could
it
be
?
Everyone
had
seen
the
camerlegno
get
in
the
helicopter
.
They
had
all
witnessed
the
ball
of
light
in
the
sky
.
And
now
,
somehow
,
the
camerlegno
stood
high
above
them
on
the
rooftop
terrace
.
Transported
by
angels
?
Reincarnated
by
the
hand
of
God
?
This
is
impossible
…
Mortati
’
s
heart
wanted
nothing
more
than
to
believe
,
but
his
mind
cried
out
for
reason
.
And
yet
all
around
him
,
the
cardinals
stared
up
,
obviously
seeing
what
he
was
seeing
,
paralyzed
with
wonder
.
It
was
the
camerlegno
.
There
was
no
doubt
.
But
he
looked
different
somehow
.
Divine
.
As
if
he
had
been
purified
.
A
spirit
?
A
man
?
His
white
flesh
shone
in
the
spotlights
with
an
incorporeal
weightlessness
.
