HOLDING WITH A CRATE FULL OF SHEETS

Holding with a Crate Full of Sheets

The air was thick with the scent of leather. Beads of perspiration dotted his brow as he tentatively lifted the burdened crate. Inside, a jumble of skins glistened in the dim light. Each one a remnant of his recent hunt. He knew these pelts were more than just products. They were a representation to his prowess. Each one a story waiting to be shar

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