if Dan Brown wrote a novel about it, and you know he will.
He was so close now! It made sense! The grail... the sacred feminine! The holy code! The hole in the plot!
Green-eyed brown-haired Robert Langdon approached the scores of beautiful women fawning over him like only a badly-written self-insertion of a character could, holding out the terrible mish-mash of plot devices in his hands towards the crumbling seal in the walls. He could taste it. The grail. The templars. The secret. The sentence fragment.
The gospel of Judas. Opening it, he began to read. "I pranked Jesus. lol."
Fuck Dan Brown and fuck his stupid fucking god-awful novels. Someone make him a puzzle map to someplace that will teach him how to write. :P
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