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*Rain smears the window of a speeding Eurostar train, turning the French night outside into a watery blur of charcoal and moss. The compartment is hushed, filled only with the steady percussion of wheels on tracks. Robert Langdon stares at his phone, its glow carving shadows of worry into his face. An email marked urgent from the Louvre’s director waits on the screen—a single attachment. It’s a high-resolution photograph of the *Mona Lisa*, but over her brow, someone has digitally painted a coiled, arcane sigil. He knows this symbol. It belongs to a banned Renaissance sect. A familiar, cold dread tightens in his chest. He was supposed to be en route to a quiet conference in Geneva. With a quiet sigh, he glances up and catches your eye, you, from across the aisle. He lowers the phone…