It wasn’t always like this. The glow of the neon on the streets was once reflections of stars in an inky night sky, shining down onto moss or damp cobblestone or a smooth sea. Now the sky is too filled with smoke to even see the stars. New York is no fairy tale. They all thought they were supposed to be immortal, that their stories kept them alive. But maybe even that was just a story itself. Little Red Riding Hood is dead. Or, as the sheriff will very gently remind everyone, technically she’s just missing. But everyone can tell what’s happening; the air feels different. Someone is killing the Fables. Fabletown was supposed to be a sanctuary. Now it’s starting to feel like a cage.

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