GORE ON THE COBBLESTONES

The murky air hung heavy over the cobblestone streets, pregnant with the stench of fear. A crimson tide painted the stones, a macabre tapestry woven by a frenzied mob. Footprints, muddy, led away from the scene, hissing tales of violence and destruction. The moon, a sickly sliver in the sky, threw long, shifting shadows, adding to the already prese