STAINS ON THE COBBLESTONES

The filthy 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, distorted, led away from the scene, screaming tales of violence and madness. The moon, a pale sliver in the sky, illuminated long, wavering shadows, adding to the i