BLOOD ON THE COBBLESTONES

The damp air hung heavy over the cobblestone streets, pregnant with the smell of fear. A crimson tide stained the stones, a macabre tapestry woven by a frenzied mob. Footprints, distorted, led away from the scene, screaming tales of violence and madness. The moon, a sickly sliver in the sky, cast long, shifting shadows, adding to the already presen