Misery is the mortar of the Punishment, but in the district of the Empty Cup, it is also the horizon, the sky, and the air that one breathes. Counterweight to its neighbor the Full Cup, this ruined district would make the Destitution Gardens look like a paradise of abundance. Even the crows die of hunger here. Note that if famine is one of the devils that torture the inhabitants of the Punishment, it is rare that it kills them. Like a fat, satiated cat, it seems to prefer playing with its prey and watching them waste away to the point of madness. Alcohol, drugs, violence, everything is good to try to fill these gaps. The district is a grim collection of blind and cracked hovels, open to the four winds, haunted by furtive wretches who are more specter and skeleton than human. Human life is not worth much here and, in any case, no one would have anything to pay their share…

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