The Berrien Trail, Epilogue

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The Berrien Trail was a trail that used to exist in the klondike rush, but got destroyed by a explosion from a nearby volcano. The trail had many travelers, but little to non-have made it back after entering its snowy haze, let alone travel through it. To traverse it was a feat only a select few could boast. The few that can would be forever changed, me included. After the destruction of that treacherous trail, we all grouped up. After we all exchanged pleasantries, we began to tell ourselves each of our experiences with that bewitched path. As we all sat down, we came to realize this: the path only let those who had a guilty consciences or extreme sins that the devil would gladly welcome would be able to survive it. All of us had things we could never tell our families nor friends, let alone any strangers. This lend the already few survivors to kill themselves, taking the number down to a dreadful 20, each with their own woes. I intend to tell their stories for them as I'm the last of survivors who remember their stories.