GORE ON THE COBBLESTONES

The damp air hung heavy over the cobblestone streets, pregnant with the aroma of fear. A crimson tide painted the stones, a macabre tapestry woven by a frenzied mob. Footprints, blood-soaked, led away from the scene, whispering tales of violence and destruction. The moon, a wan sliver in the sky, threw long, dancing shadows, adding to the already p