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returned and it was being
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But it was too late.
Pain racked his chest as the hands heaved him through the opening. His lungs felt like
they were filled with sand. I can’t breathe [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]! He was suddenly on his back on the coldest
hardest surface he could imagine. Something was pressing on his chestover and over
hard and painful. He was spewing out the warmth.
I want to go back.
He felt like he was a child being born from a womb.
He was convulsingcoughing up liquid. He felt pain in his chest and neck. Excruciating
pain. His throat was on fire. People were talkingtrying to whisperbut it was deafening.
His vision was blurredand all he could see was muted shapes. His skin felt numblike
dead leather.
His chest felt heavier now . . . pressure. I can’t breathe [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]!
He was coughing up more liquid. An overwhelming gag reflex seized himand he gasped
inward. Cold air poured into his lungsand he felt like a newborn taking his first breath
on earth. This world was excruciating. All Langdon wanted was to return to the womb.
Robert Langdon had no idea how much time had passed. He could feel now that he was
lying on his sidewrapped in towels and blankets on a hard yilai:
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