Clutching with a Crate Full of Skins

The air was thick with the scent of cured flesh. Beads of perspiration dotted his forehead as he gingerly lifted the packed crate. Inside, a heap of skins glistened in the faint light. Each one a memory of his recent hunt. He knew these pelts were more than just raw materials. They were a testament to his ability. Individual one a story waiting to

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