CLUTCHING WITH A CRATE FULL OF SHEETS

The air was thick with an aroma of leather. Beads of sweat dotted his temple as he tentatively lifted the packed crate. Inside, a jumble of hides glistened in the pale light. Each one a reminder of his recent expedition. He knew these trophies were more than just products. They were a symbol to his prowess. Each one a story waiting to be told. The