Clutching with a Crate Full of Sheets

The air was thick with an aroma of cured flesh. Beads of moisture dotted his forehead as he carefully lifted the packed crate. Inside, a heap of hides glistened in the dim light. Each one a reminder of his recent journey. He knew these hides were more than just commodities. They were a symbol to his ability. Each one a story waiting to be unveiled

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