STAINS ON THE COBBLESTONES

The damp air hung heavy over the cobblestone streets, pregnant with the smell of fear. A crimson tide painted the stones, a macabre tapestry woven by a frenzied mob. Footprints, distorted, led away from the scene, hissing tales of violence and chaos. The moon, a pale sliver in the sky, threw long, wavering shadows, adding to the already present sen