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s gathering.
Vittoria put her fingers on the man’s throat from behind. “There’s a pulse” she declared.
Roll him.”
ng the man’s shouldershe rolled the body. As he
his
decrepit drunk sat slumped on the stairs. The man was a miserable sight . . . apparently
one of Rome’s homeless. His gray hair hung in greasy strands in front of his facean
entire body was wrapped in some sort of dirty cloth. The girl kept screaming as she
scampered off into the crowd.
Langdon felt an upsurge of dread as he dashed toward the invalid. There was a dark
widening stain spreading across the man’s rags. Freshflowing blood.
Thenit was as if everything happened at once.
The old man seemed to crumple i
was too late. The man pitched forwardtoppled off the stairsand hit the pavement
facedown. Motionless.
L
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Langdon was already in motion. Graspi
didthe loose rags seemed to slough away like dead flesh. The man flopped limp onto
back. Dead center of his naked chest was a wide area of charred flesh.
Vittoria gasped and pulled back.
Langdon felt paralyzedpinned somewhere between nausea and awe. The symbol had a
terrifying simplicity to it.
“Air” Vittoria choked. “It’s . . . him.”
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