80- But I Was TRYING To Be A Decent Person, NOT A Love Interest

OZ

Ulric hesitates, and that’s all I need to see. His jaw shifts like he’s grinding gravel between his molars, eyes flicking toward the back room. There’s a war going on behind those thick brows. He might own a shop full of cursed junk and questionable relics, but anyone can see that he runs thi...

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