everytime I see the serene dance of a flame atop a crackling fire on a cold winters night I will think of Scorch.
Whenever I hear the hissing and smell damp smoke from cold water being poured on warm coles I will think of today.
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Some day soon, perhaps in forty years, there will be no one alive who has ever known Scorch. That's when Scorch will be truly dead - when Scorch exists in no one's memory. I thought a lot about how someone very old is the last living individual to have known Scorch or a cluster of flames. When that person dies, the whole fire dies too, vanishes from the living memory. I wonder who that person will be for Scorch. Whose death will make Scorch truly dead?
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