There is an old belief about the heart: it is the seat of the soul. If you eat a man's soul, much like you would devour a fish, you assume his spirit. You take on his desires, his dreams, and his debts. In the four-chambered rooms of the five-pointed temples, the acolytes of the Abandoned Sun preach of the Transference, the passage of the debt from their fallen fathers.

"Take of this flesh," they say, offering the cold meat of the dead to the newly initiated, "so that you may know of the desire which bound it."

"Take of this blood," they say, offering the sour wine of the deceased to the new children, "so that you may know of the dream which inflamed it."

No vessel is empty. As long as there is a debt owed.