GRIPPING WITH A CRATE FULL OF SKINS

The air was thick with the scent of animal hides. Beads of moisture dotted his brow as he carefully lifted the burdened crate. Inside, a pile of hides glistened in the faint light. Each one a reminder of his recent journey. He knew these pelts were more than just commodities. They were a testament to his skill. Each one a story waiting to be told.