Holding with a Crate Full of Hides

The air was thick with an aroma of leather. Beads of sweat dotted his temple as he tentatively lifted the burdened crate. Inside, a pile of hides glistened in the faint light. Each one a reminder of his recent expedition. He knew these hides were more than just commodities. They were a representation to his ability. Individual one a story waiting

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