GRIPPING WITH A CRATE FULL OF SHEETS

The air was thick with a whiff of animal hides. Beads of sweat dotted his brow as he tentatively lifted the burdened crate. Inside, a pile of trophies glistened in the dim 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. Every one a story waiting to be