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Along the road you meet an absurdly enthusiastic botanist and his long-suffering companion on nearly-dead horses. They've barely moved a mile in hours; the botanist's companion dismounts and starts to push the horses along. The botanist, however, hangs off the side of his horse to pluck a curiously shaped clover. His horse tips over on him and sighs. The botanist, trapped, is enraptured with the clover. Their companion's horse has lied down in the middle of the road. When the companion peers over the botanist's horse, it moving so barely they can't tell if the horse is alive or dead, the botanist slips the small clovers leaves into their mouth. They'll be dead before nightfall. Inspired by "Close Encounters with Humankind" from Last Gasp Grimoire. Randomness 04 Jun, 2026 "> 04 Jun, 2026 Published by Darren

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