Clutching with a Crate Full of Sheets

The air was thick with an aroma of leather. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead as he tentatively lifted the packed crate. Inside, a jumble of skins glistened in the pale light. Each one a memory of his recent journey. He knew these hides were more than just raw materials. They were a representation to his ability. Each one a story waiting to be sh

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