BLOOD ON THE COBBLESTONES

The damp air hung heavy over the cobblestone streets, pregnant with the stench of terror. A crimson tide stained the stones, a macabre tapestry woven by a frenzied mob. Footprints, distorted, led away from the scene, whispering tales of violence and destruction. The moon, a pale sliver in the sky, cast long, wavering shadows, adding to the already