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Once: SarraIf Sarra was going to choose one moment in her life to recall, it would have begun with the smell of smoke. Her whole life seemed to be lit by flames- sometimes the warm, distant flicker where life begins, sometimes the growing inferno where it ends. Looking back at her life was difficult- a brief breath of being, shrouded in the ash of forgotten mortality. It was something that her husband couldn't understand. Or perhaps he wouldn't. Human memories are designed to smoulder, not to blaze for all eternity. An immortal would burn through a lifetime of memories in a moment and not stop to see where the ashes landed. Sarra did. It was often unexpected; the creeping bitterness of smoke in the evening, the sound of crackling timber, and suddenly her myriad of days were mortal again. In the smell of smoke there was the first breath of life, and in the brightness of the flames lurked the shadows of death. The irony made her smile.Once: Sarra by sivvus
The memory of fire was confused. There were two separate fires,