BLOOD ON THE COBBLESTONES

Blood on the Cobblestones

The murky air hung heavy over the cobblestone streets, pregnant with the smell of desperation. A crimson tide painted the stones, a macabre tapestry woven by the darkness itself. Footprints, distorted, led away from the scene, whispering tales of violence and chaos. The moon, a pale sliver in the sky, illuminated long, dancing shadows, adding to th

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