There really was something about the Orloj and its funny little skeleton ringing the bells and the little people marching about, every hour, on the hour. It had this charm that Yulia couldn't place. The clock tower in itself was already amazing-- it told the time in three (was it four?) different systems, systems which she was sure only dead people would know how to read (except one, of course; the one that everyone used).

Except, she wasn't really watching the Orloj. She watched the people watching the tower, taking pictures, videos, what have you. She watched them half-expecting ghosts to appear in the corner of her vision. They never did. (Satisfied, now?)