HOLDING WITH A CRATE FULL OF SHEETS

Holding with a Crate Full of Sheets

The air was thick with a whiff of cured flesh. Beads of moisture dotted his forehead as he carefully lifted the heavy crate. Inside, a pile of trophies glistened in the dim light. Each one a remnant of his recent hunt. He knew these pelts were more than just products. They were a testament to his skill. Each one a story waiting to be told. The hun

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