Gore on the Cobblestones

The filthy air hung heavy over the cobblestone streets, pregnant with the aroma of fear. A crimson tide marred the stones, a macabre tapestry woven by a frenzied mob. Footprints, blood-soaked, led away from the scene, screaming tales of violence and madness. The moon, a sickly sliver in the sky, threw long, shifting shadows, adding to the overwhelm

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