HOLDING WITH A CRATE FULL OF HIDES

Holding with a Crate Full of Hides

The air was thick with the scent of leather. Beads of moisture dotted his temple as he gingerly lifted the packed crate. Inside, a heap of skins glistened in the dim light. Each one a remnant of his recent hunt. He knew these hides were more than just products. They were a testament to his prowess. Individual one a story waiting to be told. The hu

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