Stains on the Cobblestones

The filthy air hung heavy over the cobblestone streets, pregnant with the smell of fear. A crimson tide marred the stones, a macabre tapestry woven by the darkness itself. Footprints, muddy, led away from the scene, whispering tales of violence and chaos. The moon, a wan sliver in the sky, threw long, shifting shadows, adding to the overwhelming se

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