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Its story

In Ursa Major, that familiar figure that has guided travellers since before writing, shines an A-type white star. Its light set out one hundred and thirteen years ago, when Europe was still tentatively entering the age of electricity and the first automobiles crossed cobbled streets. Hotter and more luminous than the Sun, it gives off that sharp, clean glow characteristic of stellar youth. It is part of the quiet lattice that sustains the Plough, present every night for those who know how to look.