CLUTCHING WITH A CRATE FULL OF SHEETS

The air was thick with the scent of cured flesh. Beads of moisture dotted his temple as he gingerly lifted the heavy crate. Inside, a pile of trophies glistened in the pale light. Each one a remnant of his recent expedition. He knew these trophies were more than just commodities. They were a testament to his skill. Every one a story waiting to be