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Its story

In Lynx, that constellation so discreet it demands lynx-keen eyes to be read, shines a white A-type star some 116 light-years away. Its light slipped away toward the end of the Belle Époque, when Paris was raising the Eiffel Tower and the Lumière brothers were projecting the first moving pictures. Hotter than the Sun, it offers a crisp, almost crystalline flash caught among the folds of the timid feline's cosmic pelt.