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She lowered her rifle.

Venn looked at the deer—at her mother’s borrowed eye, at the quiet intelligence of something that had once been human and was now something else entirely.

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. bbdc 7.1

She flinched. Oleson gasped beside her. “Sergeant, I heard that. How—”

Then it spoke.

A deer stood at the edge of the fence. That wasn’t unusual. Animals often wandered close, drawn by the warmth of the boundary emitters. But this deer had no head. Where its neck should have ended, a pale, fibrous bloom of fungus arched upward like a crown, and nestled in its center, a single human eye—blue, wide, and unblinking.

“You’re lying,” she said.

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.