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Langdon followed via a mechanical door into CERN’s voluminous most important lobby. The Glass Cathedral, Langdon mused, gazing upward toward heaven. Overhead, the bluish glass roof shimmered in the afternoon sun, casting rays of geometric patterns in the air and giving the room a sense of grandeur. Angular shadows fell like veins across the white tiled partitions and down to the marble floors. The air smelled clean, sterile. A handful of scientists moved briskly about, their footsteps echoing in the resonant space. “This way, please, Mr. Langdon.” His voice sounded almost computerized. His accent was inflexible and precise, like his stern features. Kohler coughed and wiped his mouth on a white handkerchief as he fixed his dead grey eyes on Langdon. “Please hurry.” His wheelchair seemed
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