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The Hero's Home                *Prologue* -Present Day-     The cold starry night sky was lit with orange sparks as Jake Clawson stood atop the framework of metal, welder in paw and smelling of singed fur. He worked next to the iron foundation posts of what looked like a low skyscraper and the scattered salvage heaps of the yard lay gathered around his creation, as if they sat in tribute to some higher being than themselves. Stepping back from the iron skeleton in front of him, Jake shut down his equipment and pushed his protective goggles off of his face and into his pocket. His eyes scanned the structure for flaws or cracks and