GORE ON THE COBBLESTONES

The filthy air hung heavy over the cobblestone streets, pregnant with the stench of desperation. A crimson tide marred the stones, a macabre tapestry woven by a frenzied mob. Footprints, muddy, led away from the scene, hissing tales of violence and madness. The moon, a pale sliver in the sky, cast long, shifting shadows, adding to the insidious sen