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hall they passed an alabaster fountain. Olivetti turned left into an alcove and strode to one
of the largest doors Langdon had ever seen.
“Ufficio di Papa”
the commander declaredgiving Vitt
Office of the Pope
Langdon thoughthaving difficulty fathoming that he was standing
outside one of the most sacred rooms in all of world religion.
“Avanti [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]!” someone called from within.
When the door openedLangdon had to shield his eyes. The sunlight was blinding.
Slowlythe image before him came into focus.
The Office of the Pope seemed more of a ballroom than an office. Red marble floors
sprawled out in all directions to walls adorned with vivid frescoes. A colossal chandelier
hung overheadbeyond which a bank of arched windows offered a stunning panorama of
the sun-drenched St. Peter’s Square.
My God
Langdon thought. This is a room with a view.
At the far end of the hallat a carved deska man sat writing furiously.
“Avanti”
he
called out againsetting down his pen and waving them over.
Olivetti led the wayhis gait military.
“Signore”
he said apologetically. “No ho potuto-”
The man cut him off. He stood and studied his two visitors.
The camerlegno was nothing like the images yilai:
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Jackthis lady here is
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