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痵 eyes traced the arch of the ceiling sloping outward to the columned walls and
finally down to the polished marble floor beneath their feet. The faint echo of footfall
and tourist murmurs reverberat
tourists wanderin
“Looks pretty quiet” Vittoria saidstill holding his ha
Langdon nodded.
“Where’s Raphael’s tomb?”
Langdon thought for a momenttrying to get his bearings. He surveyed the circumference
of the room. Tombs. Altars. Pillars. Niches. He motioned to a particularly ornate funerary
across the dome and to the left. “I think that’s Raphael’s over there.”
Vittoria scanned the rest of the room. “I don’t see anyone who looks like an assassin
about to kill a cardinal. Shall we look around?”
Langdon nodded. “There’s only one spot in here where anyone could be hiding. We
better check the rientranze.”
“The recesses?”
“Yes.” Langdon pointed. “The recesses in the wall.”
Around the perimeterinterspersed with the tombsa series of semicircular niches were
hewn in the wall. The nichesalthough not enormouswere big enough to hide someone
in the shadows. SadlyLangdon knew they once contained statues of the Olympian gods
but the pagan sculptures had been destroy
a Christian church. He felt a pang of fr [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]yilai:
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