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The
agent
checked
his
watch
.
«
My
capitaine
is
waiting
,
sir
.
»
Langdon
barely
heard
him
.
His
eyes
were
still
riveted
on
the
picture
.
«
This
symbol
here
,
and
the
way
his
body
is
so
oddly
…
»
«
Positioned
?
»
the
agent
offered
.
Langdon
nodded
,
feeling
a
chill
as
he
looked
up
.
«
I
can
’
t
imagine
who
would
do
this
to
someone
.
»
The
agent
looked
grim
.
«
You
don
’
t
understand
,
Mr
.
Langdon
.
What
you
see
in
this
photograph
…
»
He
paused
.
«
Monsieur
Saunière
did
that
to
himself
.
»
One
mile
away
,
the
hulking
albino
named
Silas
limped
through
the
front
gate
of
the
luxurious
brownstone
residence
on
Rue
La
Bruyère
.
The
spiked
cilice
belt
that
he
wore
around
his
thigh
cut
into
his
flesh
,
and
yet
his
soul
sang
with
satisfaction
of
service
to
the
Lord
.
Pain
is
good
.
His
red
eyes
scanned
the
lobby
as
he
entered
the
residence
.
Empty
.
He
climbed
the
stairs
quietly
,
not
wanting
to
awaken
any
of
his
fellow
numeraries
.
His
bedroom
door
was
open
;
locks
were
forbidden
here
.
He
entered
,
closing
the
door
behind
him
.
The
room
was
spartan
–
hardwood
floors
,
a
pine
dresser
,
a
canvas
mat
in
the
corner
that
served
as
his
bed
.
He
was
a
visitor
here
this
week
,
and
yet
for
many
years
he
had
been
blessed
with
a
similar
sanctuary
in
New
York
City
.
The
Lord
has
provided
me
shelter
and
purpose
in
my
life
.
