STAINS ON THE COBBLESTONES

The damp air hung heavy over the cobblestone streets, pregnant with the stench of fear. A crimson tide painted the stones, a macabre tapestry woven by the darkness itself. Footprints, blood-soaked, led away from the scene, hissing tales of violence and destruction. The moon, a pale sliver in the sky, threw long, shifting shadows, adding to the insi