Unsolicited Writings

Langdon looked again at the fax an ancient myth confirmed in black and white.
The implications were frightening. He gazed absently through the bay window.
The first hint of dawn was sifting through the birch trees in his backyard,
but the view looked somehow different this morning. As an odd combination of fear and
exhilaration settled over him, Langdon knew he had no choice
The man led Langdon the length of the hangar. They rounded the corner onto the runway.