## Paula
As the cool winter’s night deepened from twilight a flowing mist rose up from the cobbled streets, rising ever higher until the ancient citie’s gothic spires were wreathed in it. The city appeared as though waiting for the sun to rise and bring it back to life once more. No sound permeated the mist. The few figures moving along the streets were as shadows. Silent, solitary, silhouettes flitting between buildings. Anyone looking down from above would deem the place devoid of life and feeling.
As with all things though there is always more going on underneath the surface.
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