In a hidden refuge carved into the roots of an ancient tree, Detective Brannigan finally exhales. The war feels far away here: a kettle murmurs, a child laughs down in the tunnels, and an old badger tells stories that make the forest itself seem to breathe. For one night, she trades sirens for silence. But beyond the snow-soft clearing, Fabletown’s underworld shifts. Sanctuary and storm draw breath together—while Brannigan listens for the answer that’s been following her since childhood.