Stains on the Cobblestones

The damp air hung heavy over the cobblestone streets, pregnant with the aroma of terror. A crimson tide painted the stones, a macabre tapestry woven by unseen hands. Footprints, muddy, led away from the scene, screaming tales of violence and destruction. The moon, a pale sliver in the sky, illuminated long, wavering shadows, adding to the already p

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