Blood on the Cobblestones

The damp air hung heavy over the cobblestone streets, pregnant with the aroma of fear. A crimson tide painted the stones, a macabre tapestry woven by unseen hands. Footprints, blood-soaked, led away from the scene, check here hissing tales of violence and madness. The moon, a sickly sliver in the sky, cast long, wavering shadows, adding to the alre

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