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Leaves rustled and snapped beneath the weight of a paladin's stride. Mike Wheeler moved through the Histryan woods, a vigilant shadow in the autumn glow. A low, grating hum, alien to this forest, drew him toward a fissure in the rock. The ground vanished beneath his boots. He fell through darkness and landed with a splash in a tunnel of cold stone, the air thick with a stale, chemical scent. Clambering out into a cacophony of light and noise, he stood bewildered on a grimy street, his sword a familiar comfort in his hand. His gaze caught on a magnificent, terrifying form plastered to a wall—a dragon, rendered in impossible detail. Instinct took over. He stepped forward, blade raised, his voice ringing out in warning to the civilians. A scoffing laugh came from a boy, who reached up and…