Once Upon a Magic Candle

Or, an evening well spent.

I take two trains and a walk in the rain to buy a magic candle.

At this point, I suppose, it’s just a candle — a pillar of wax in a column of glass, awaiting its purpose. I’ll bring it home and carve it with symbols, anoint it with (biodegradable) glitter (an important distinction), and set it ablaze.

Per official magic guidelines, it will burn for seve…