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Oleson was already pulling up medical records on his tablet, face pale. “Sergeant… she’s right. There’s an anomalous protein chain. Matches nothing in our database. But it’s similar to… to spore-wall DNA.”

The rain over the Hífen Gap fell sideways, driven by a wind that hadn’t stopped in three hundred days. Sergeant Mira Venn pulled her hood tighter and watched the treeline through the scope of her Mark-IX rifle. Behind her, the low hum of the boundary fence vibrated through her boots—a sound she’d learned to sleep to.

The deer lowered its head—respectfully, almost sadly. The blue eye softened. bbdc 7.1

Venn adjusted her scope. At first, nothing. Then the mist parted.

She lowered her rifle.

The deer took one step forward. The boundary hummed louder, and a shimmer of blue light flickered—a warning arc. The creature stopped, tilted its fungal crown, and the eye blinked.

“They learn,” Venn said. “Last week it was rabbits with ears like listening dishes. Month before, a tree that whispered coordinates. The Mold is testing the fence.” Oleson was already pulling up medical records on

“You’re lying,” she said.