GORE ON THE COBBLESTONES

The murky 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 destruction. The moon, a pale sliver in the sky, threw long, wavering shadows, adding to the o