STAINS ON THE COBBLESTONES

The murky air hung heavy over the cobblestone streets, pregnant with the smell of terror. A crimson tide marred the stones, a macabre tapestry woven by the darkness itself. Footprints, distorted, led away from the scene, screaming tales of violence and destruction. The moon, a pale sliver in the sky, cast long, wavering shadows, adding to the insid