Stains on the Cobblestones

The murky air hung heavy over the cobblestone streets, pregnant with the smell of terror. A crimson tide painted the stones, a macabre tapestry woven by a frenzied mob. Footprints, blood-soaked, led away from the scene, hissing tales of violence and madness. The moon, a sickly sliver in the sky, threw long, dancing shadows, adding to the already pr

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