Digital Fortress [antikvár]

PROLOGUEplaza de espana seville, spain 11:00 a.m.It is said that in death, all things become clear; Ensei Tankado now knew it was true. As he clutched his chest and fell to the ground in pain, he realized the horror of his nüstake.People appeared, hovering over him, trying to help. But Tankado did not want help - it was too late for that.Trembling, he raised his left hand and held his fingers outward. Look at my hand! The faces around him stared, but he could tell they did not understand.On his finger was an engraved golden ring. For an instant, the markings glimmered in the Andalusian sun. Ensei Tankado knew it was the last light he would ever see.