I lit a candle in the Church of the Sacred Heart today for you, my dear. It spread quickly, from wick to wind, from heart to spirit. Soon everything was burning. I took the flames into myself with no small measure of discretion. The glass blew, the mind exploded, the walls were blinding and blackened. Another loss, another novelty. You can only sit so long in a dome of deep stone before bringing the fire out on it all.
