GRIPPING WITH A CRATE FULL OF SHEETS

Gripping with a Crate Full of Sheets

The air was thick with a whiff of leather. Beads of moisture dotted his temple as he carefully lifted the packed crate. Inside, a heap of skins glistened in the pale light. Each one a remnant of his recent hunt. He knew these hides were more than just commodities. They were a symbol to his prowess. Each one a story waiting to be shared. The man ca

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