The Last - Mark

He had told their stories. And now, his own was complete. The last mark had been made.

He began to write. Not a grand proclamation, not a sweeping epic. Just a single word. Remembered. The Last Mark

He capped the pen and placed it beside the journal. The sun began to set, casting long shadows across the room. Elias stood, his joints creaking, and walked to the window. The town below was quiet, the lights beginning to flicker on. He had told their stories