STAINS ON THE COBBLESTONES

The filthy air hung heavy over the cobblestone streets, pregnant with the smell of desperation. A crimson tide stained the stones, a macabre tapestry woven by unseen hands. Footprints, blood-soaked, led away from the scene, whispering tales of violence and chaos. The moon, a wan sliver in the sky, threw long, dancing shadows, adding to the overwhel