STAINS ON THE COBBLESTONES

The murky air hung heavy over the cobblestone streets, pregnant with the smell of fear. A crimson tide stained the stones, a macabre tapestry woven by unseen hands. Footprints, muddy, led away from the scene, hissing tales of violence and destruction. The moon, a pale sliver in the sky, illuminated long, wavering shadows, adding to the insidious se