Clutching with a Crate Full of Skins

The air was thick with the scent of animal hides. Beads of sweat dotted his brow as he gingerly lifted the burdened crate. Inside, a heap of trophies glistened in the faint light. Each one a remnant of his recent expedition. He knew these pelts were more than just raw materials. They were a symbol to his ability. Each one a story waiting to be unv

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