Blood on the Cobblestones

The filthy air hung heavy over the cobblestone streets, pregnant with the smell of terror. A crimson tide painted the stones, a macabre tapestry woven by the darkness itself. Footprints, muddy, led away from the scene, whispering tales of violence and destruction. The moon, a sickly sliver in the sky, illuminated long, wavering shadows, adding to t

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