Stains on the Cobblestones

The murky air hung heavy over the cobblestone streets, pregnant with the stench of terror. A crimson tide marred the stones, a macabre tapestry woven by a frenzied mob. Footprints, distorted, led away from the scene, whispering tales of violence and madness. The moon, a pale sliver in the sky, illuminated long, dancing shadows, adding to the alread

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