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No hole.
It doesn't pass through.
Setting the box on the table, he looked around the room and spied a stack of papers with a paper clip on it.
Borrowing the clip, he returned to the box, opened it, and studied the hole again.
Carefully, he unbent the paper clip and inserted one end into the hole.
He gave a gentle push.
It took almost no effort.
He heard something clatter quietly onto the table.
Langdon closed the lid to look.
It was a small piece of wood, like a puzzle piece.
The wooden Rose had popped out of the lid and fallen onto the desk.
Speechless, Langdon stared at the bare spot on the lid where the Rose had been.
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