HOLDING WITH A CRATE FULL OF SKINS

The air was thick with a whiff of cured flesh. Beads of moisture dotted his forehead as he tentatively lifted the packed crate. Inside, a heap of hides glistened in the dim light. Each one a memory of his recent hunt. He knew these trophies were more than just products. They were a symbol to his skill. Every one a story waiting to be unveiled. The