Stains on the Cobblestones

The filthy air hung heavy over the cobblestone streets, pregnant with the smell of terror. A crimson tide marred the stones, a macabre tapestry woven by a frenzied mob. Footprints, muddy, led away from the scene, hissing tales of violence and madness. The moon, a wan sliver in the sky, cast long, wavering shadows, adding to the already present sens

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