Gripping with a Crate Full of Hides

The air was thick with a whiff of leather. Beads of perspiration dotted his forehead as he carefully lifted the heavy crate. Inside, a heap of skins glistened in the dim light. Each one a remnant of his recent journey. He knew these pelts were more than just raw materials. They were a representation to his prowess. Each one a story waiting to be u

read more