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December 8, 2002
The tram crawled through the intersection where the statue of the first Governor stood, twenty metres high and cast in bronze, gazing out over the streets with disdain, and looking ready to step down at any second and crush dissention with one of his mighty fists. Nick and Charlie got off at the next stop, and as usual Nick felt that the monstrous statue was looking at him, judging him, and wondering what to do with him.

Charlie also looked uncomfortable, but more because of the throngs of people surging around them. ‘Where are we going?’ he murmured to Nick.