[A red light flickers on Mithra's palm as he mutters a spell—but the incantation is cut short when a series of realizations catch up to him. There's a strange feeling in his gut, followed by the sound of the swan's cry in his memory. His fingers curl in toward his palm, extinguishing the light, and then his hands drop to his sides. He makes no further move to detain the bird as he stares.]
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