On the 24th, Barry Kalaluhi waited in the small church in the warehouse district in Kalihi.
There was an old rumor filtering around the community that if one were in the church after midnight on the 24th that one would likely see the specters of those who were likely to die soon. No one dared, of course, for fear of invoking the devil himself while looking at those who were about to leave this earthly plain. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Barry harbored doubts as to whether the shadows of those who would soon die would manifest and present themselves in a macabre procession through the small church. But manifest they did, in an almost endless cadre. Barry did not recognize anyone in the long line, save for the last person at the end, which happened to be himself.
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