The Common Tongue Magazine Issue 4

This night begins with something of a whimper. The window creaks open and out over the din of the city streets below, you notice smoke rising over the distant horizon. An orange glow, embers of a fire, signs of something to come. The ambitions of men. You gather your belongings and charge the window's ledge. You've seen what men do and what they are capable of, and you know this may be your only chance to escape.

Only, you stop. You breathe. And you realize, why run? After all, this is but a...