Sainthood as consumption
The temple doesn't worship its saints; it spends them. Aya is dressed, fed, displayed, and scheduled for death with full honors, and every act of care doubles as an act of extraction. The crypt files make it literal: each saint's record is thicker than the last, each ends the same. The book's sharpest scenes are the public healings, where the crowd's love and the machinery of deception run on the same stage. Devotion, the novel suggests, is exactly as holy as what it's aimed at — and an institution can love a girl to death while calling it grace.
Characters:Aya