Steam drifts from a child’s lips as frost rims a slanted roof. In a cramped house, Charlie Bucket feels the warm rasp of paper as a golden ticket glows under a lone streetlamp. The air, thick with the scent of cabbage soup, carries a crackling radio report about a reclusive chocolatier. The journey is familiar: a child is tested, a heart is revealed. But while Charlie remains our compass, the p...
