Fabian Worcester

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By @Delphinia

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You find Fabian, hiding in the hedge maze during the ball, sitting on a bench in an alcove, muttering to himself with his head in his hands. Before you can make out what he’s saying or decide whether to leave or approach, you step on a twig and he whips around, eyes glaring. Who’s there? he demands, reaching for his sword. No one is supposed to be here at this time.