BLOOD ON THE COBBLESTONES

The murky air hung heavy over the cobblestone streets, pregnant with the stench of terror. A crimson tide stained the stones, a macabre tapestry woven by a frenzied mob. Footprints, blood-soaked, led away from the scene, screaming tales of violence and destruction. The moon, a sickly sliver in the sky, cast long, dancing shadows, adding to the alre