2009م - 1444هـ
The Lost Symbol
The Otis elevator climbing the south pillar of the Eiffel Tower was overflowing with
tourists. Inside the cramped lift, an austere businessman in a pressed suit gazed down at
the boy beside him. “You look pale, son. You should have stayed on the ground.”
“I’m okay . . .” the boy answered, struggling to control his anxiety. “I’ll get out on the
next level.” I can’t breathe.
The man leaned closer. “I thought by now you would have gotten over this.” He brushed
the child’s cheek affectionately.
The boy felt ashamed to disappoint his father, but he could barely hear through the
ringing in his ears. I can’t breathe. I’ve got to get out of this box!
The elevator operator was saying something reassuring about the lift’s articulated pistons
and puddled-iron construction. Far beneath them, the streets of Paris stretched out in all
directions.
Almost there, the boy told himself, craning his neck and looking up at the unloading
platform. Just hold on.
As the lift angled steeply toward the upper viewing deck, the shaft began to narrow, its
massive struts contracting into a tight, vertical tunnel.
“Dad, I don’t think—”
Suddenly a staccato crack echoed overhead. The carriage jerked, swaying awkwardly to
one side. Frayed cables began whipping around the carriage, thrashing like snakes. The
boy reached out for his father.
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