Oh, Superstition
Bait your trap with Gold and Wait
Covetous Ruin
About the Creator
Logan McClincy
A stranger once saw me after I'd been living in the middle of the desert alone for several weeks. He drew that picture of me. Basically, I've always been inspiring.
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