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Chapter 97

           Theybothpassedthroughwithoutsettingoffthealarmandcontinuedtotheabbeyentrance.

           SteppingacrossthethresholdintoWestminsterAbbey,Langdonfelttheoutsideworldevaporatewithasuddenhush.Norumbleoftraffic.Nohissofrain.Justadeafeningsilence,whichseemedtoreverberatebackandforthasifthebuildingwerewhisperingtoitself.

           Langdon’sandSophie’seyes,likethoseofalmosteveryvisitor,shiftedimmediatelyskyward,wheretheabbey’sgreatabyssseemedtoexplodeoverhead.Graystonecolumnsascendedlikeredwoodsintotheshadows,archinggracefullyoverdizzyingexpanses,andthenshootingbackdowntothestonefloor.Beforethem,thewidealleyofthenorthtranseptstretchedoutlikeadeepcanyon,flankedbysheercliffsofstainedglass.Onsunnydays,theabbeyfloorwasaprismaticpatchworkoflight.Today,therainanddarknessgavethismassivehollowawraithlikeaura…morelikethatofthecryptittrulywas.

           «It’spracticallyempty,»Sophiewhispered.

           Langdonfeltdisappointed.Hehadhopedforalotmorepeople.Amorepublicplace.TheirearlierexperienceinthedesertedTempleChurchwasnotoneLangdonwantedtorepeat.Hehadbeenanticipatingacertainfeelingofsecurityinthepopulartouristdestination,butLangdon’srecollectionsofbustlingthrongsinawell-litabbeyhadbeenformedduringthepeaksummertouristseason.TodaywasarainyAprilmorning.Ratherthancrowdsandshimmeringstainedglass,allLangdonsawwasacresofdesolatefloorandshadowy,emptyalcoves.

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