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Its story

On the cloak of Canis Major glints a blue B-type star, a hot breath among the mythic hunts of the sky. Its light departed five hundred and twenty-eight years ago, when Columbus was anchoring in the Antilles and two hemispheres were discovering each other. Far hotter and fiercer than the Sun, it casts a sharp blue, like a freshly forged blade. Each of its flashes carries the breath of the century in which the world stopped being flat forever.