Holding with a Crate Full of Skins

The air was thick with the scent of cured flesh. Beads of perspiration dotted his forehead as he gingerly lifted the heavy crate. Inside, a pile of skins glistened in the pale light. Each one a remnant of his recent expedition. He knew these hides were more than just commodities. They were a testament to his skill. Every one a story waiting to be

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