Epilogue

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There once was an island called La Isla de los Muertos. It was abandoned long ago when a plague swept across its shores, killing the whole of its populace. Some say that you can still hear the screams of the afflicted and that the dead still haunt the vacant homes. Others say that these stories are mere superstitions. One such naysayer set out to prove these stories false. His name was Ernando de la Vida.

One week after Ernando was left on the island, his journal was found on the shore by the crewmen of his passage ship home. The last entry was left unfinished. This Diary, per Ernando's request, is to serve as a warning to all. La Isla de los Muertos must never again be explored by anyone. All who venture out there never return. Except one girl who was found floating on a piece of driftwood only weeks after Ernando's expedition.

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