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round th
ring. “You told me when I was young that the voice in my heart was that of God. You
told me I must follow it no matter what painful places it leads. I hear that voice now
asking of me impossible tasks. Give me strength. Bestow on me forgiveness. What I do .
. I do in the name of everything you believe. Amen.”
“Amen” the guards whispered.
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d. “Someday I will ask your
ou in this position. Today I ask for your obedience. Vatican laws
that very spirit that I command you to break
et
b. Bracing their hands against the marble
b. When the lid did not move at
rolling up the sleeves of his cassock and preparing to
ong with them. “Ora [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]!” Everyone heaved.
a was about to offer her own helpbut just thenthe lid began to slide. The men
ost primal growl of stone on stonethe lid rotated off the top
rest at an angle-the Pope’s carved head now pushed back into
tended out into the hallway.
he
AmenFather
. Vittoria wiped her eyes.
The camerlegno stood slowly and stepped away from the tomb. “Push the covering
aside.”
The Swiss Guards hesitated. “Signore” one said“by law we are at your command.” He
paused. “We will do as you say . . .”
The camerlegno seemed to read the young man’s min
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