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Its story

On the northern throne of Cepheus flashes a white A-type star. Its light departed almost eight hundred years ago, when master builders were raising the cathedral of Chartres and the Gothic was making stone sing. Hotter than the Sun, it pours a firm white, like a stained-glass window lit at the far end of the celestial nave. Each flash carries the dust of stonemasons and painters who dreamed of touching the sky from the earth.