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Its story

On the northern throne of Cepheus burns a red M-type star, a deep ember in the middle of the firmament. Its light set out nine hundred and twenty-seven years ago, when the crusaders were besieging Jerusalem and the European kingdoms were turning their gaze upon the East. Far cooler than the Sun, it pours a grave, ripe red, like a coal hidden among the folds of the sky. To see it is to hear the muffled echo of a century that mixed swords, maps and prayers.