The City in the Pale Mist

Mists hang, heavy and white, over the quiet of the Empty City.

I do not know how long its serene towers have been empty, nor what people lived here, amongst the pine trees whispering in the wind.

Perhaps it has always been empty, empty and waiting, silent and patient in the pale mists beyond the waters.

This is for Three Line Tales, Week 250. Thanks to Sonya for running the challenge and Simon Berger for providing the photo prompt!

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