Stains on the Cobblestones

The damp air hung heavy over the cobblestone streets, pregnant with the stench of fear. A crimson tide marred the stones, a check here macabre tapestry woven by the darkness itself. Footprints, distorted, led away from the scene, whispering tales of violence and destruction. The moon, a pale sliver in the sky, illuminated long, wavering shadows, ad

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