STAINS ON THE COBBLESTONES

The damp air hung heavy over the cobblestone streets, pregnant with the stench of desperation. A crimson tide stained the stones, a macabre tapestry woven by the darkness itself. Footprints, distorted, led away from the scene, hissing tales of violence and chaos. The moon, a sickly sliver in the sky, cast long, dancing shadows, adding to the alread