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The transformation began, as all things in the Gloaming do, with a debt.

They pressed the scale to their chestplate. vanniall trans

Every morning, Vanniall would polish their brass faceplate, tracing the sharp, angular grooves that denoted a male-presenting construct. The grooves felt like lies etched into metal. Their true self, the one that hummed a soft, lilting tune while sorting soul-coins, was all curves and silver light. They were Vanniall, and for three centuries, they had been playing a part. The transformation began, as all things in the