Years later, when the town named a small park after Ellen—who had passed away peacefully—the plaque listed many civic virtues. Marcus didn't pay attention to plaques. He kept his ledger, now a bundle of worn notebooks tied with twine, and added one last entry on a blank page: Keep going, teach the next person.
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At the top, the town lay spread like a small, forgiving map. He crouched, hand to ground, lungs burning, and thought of the ledger he'd kept: a simple notebook where he'd written every morning's distance, every failure, every small victory. The pages were stained and dog-eared, but they carried weight. Years later, when the town named a small