Clutching with a Crate Full of Hides

The air was thick with an aroma of cured flesh. Beads of perspiration dotted his brow as he carefully lifted the packed crate. Inside, a jumble of hides glistened in the pale light. Each one a memory of his recent journey. He knew these hides were more than just commodities. They were a symbol to his ability. Every one a story waiting to be unveil

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