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Opening
the
box
,
he
examined
the
inside
of
the
lid
.
It
was
smooth
As
he
shifted
its
position
,
though
,
the
light
caught
what
appeared
to
be
a
small
hole
on
the
underside
of
the
lid
,
positioned
in
the
exact
center
.
Langdon
closed
the
lid
and
examined
the
inlaid
symbol
from
the
top
.
No
hole
.
It
doesn
’
t
pass
through
.
Setting
the
box
on
the
table
,
he
looked
around
the
room
and
spied
a
stack
of
papers
with
a
paper
clip
on
it
.
Borrowing
the
clip
,
he
returned
to
the
box
,
opened
it
,
and
studied
the
hole
again
.
Carefully
,
he
unbent
the
paper
clip
and
inserted
one
end
into
the
hole
.
He
gave
a
gentle
push
.
It
took
almost
no
effort
.
He
heard
something
clatter
quietly
onto
the
table
.
Langdon
closed
the
lid
to
look
.
It
was
a
small
piece
of
wood
,
like
a
puzzle
piece
.
The
wooden
Rose
had
popped
out
of
the
lid
and
fallen
onto
the
desk
.
Speechless
,
Langdon
stared
at
the
bare
spot
on
the
lid
where
the
Rose
had
been
.
There
,
engraved
in
the
wood
,
written
in
an
immaculate
hand
,
were
four
lines
of
text
in
a
language
he
had
never
seen
.
The
characters
look
vaguely
Semitic
,
Langdon
thought
to
himself
,
and
yet
I
don
’
t
recognize
the
language
!
A
sudden
movement
behind
him
caught
his
attention
.
Out
of
nowhere
,
a
crushing
blow
to
the
head
knocked
Langdon
to
his
knees
.
As
he
fell
,
he
thought
for
a
moment
he
saw
a
pale
ghost
hovering
over
him
,
clutching
a
gun
.
Then
everything
went
black
.
Sophie
Neveu
,
despite
working
in
law
enforcement
,
had
never
found
herself
at
gunpoint
until
tonight
.
Almost
inconceivably
,
the
gun
into
which
she
was
now
staring
was
clutched
in
the
pale
hand
of
an
enormous
albino
with
long
white
hair
.
He
looked
at
her
with
red
eyes
that
radiated
a
frightening
,
disembodied
quality
.
Dressed
in
a
wool
robe
with
a
rope
tie
,
he
resembled
a
medieval
cleric
.
Sophie
could
not
imagine
who
he
was
,
and
yet
she
was
feeling
a
sudden
newfound
respect
for
Teabing
’
s
suspicions
that
the
Church
was
behind
this
.
«
You
know
what
I
have
come
for
,
»
the
monk
said
,
his
voice
hollow
.
