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A flood of natural light is flowing into the office and washing over four tall concrete statues of the same man.

They walked along the granite embankments of the Neva, past the magnificent Admiralty building and its proud white columns, its countless statues and friezes depicting figures from myths and ancient times.

Helpless, Penelope stood like a statue, not daring to take a step lest she tumble off some unseen precipice.

For a moment Penelope wondered if he might be a statue.

Still, he had the presence of mind to do two things: First, he grabbed a bronze arm lying near one of the statues so that he would have proof of the discovery.