The glow of the Red Star seeped into the window frames of the Café, casting vein-like patterns of blood across the oak floor. Su Muqing propped up the curtain with a gun barrel.
"When did this red star appear?"
Scholar Jane’s wristwatch projected an astronomical analysis: "The exact moment we returned to the Café. Spectrum analysis shows it isn't a star, but..." She suddenly choked, "Some kind of artificial construct."
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