An hour later, he found himself staring at an ancient building with a single towering turret. On the side, two dials—one with a second dial inside it, the other ringed inside with concentric yellow circles—ticked off the time by tracking the heavens. He regarded it with a certain detached interest.
“If only you were here,” he whispered. “This would mean a lot more if you were seeing it with me.”
Looking at the landmark Brooke had wanted to see so badly, Kenneth could almost feel her presence. It felt like she was standing behind him. Don’t be stupid and turn around. She’s in Chicago. You’re in Prague. There’s no one back there but tourists.
The hour sounded. A skeleton sculpture at the corner of the upper dial came to life, ringing a bell. The coverings of two windows above the dial ope
