Whatever they are, they fall from each fruiting body he harvests in showers. Even the insult of an amputation--delivered at a four-foot reach, with long-handled pruning shears--does not draw so much as a quiver from the shoggoth. The viscous fluid dripping from the wound hisses when it touches the blade of the shears, however, and Harding is careful not to get close to it.
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