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The bell chimed. Cutting through the haze of yeast and cinnamon. She wiped her apron, staring at the stranger standing in the corner. "Still keeping the secrets, I see." "Only the good ones. The rest spoil in the heat." "There are too many bad ones in this town lately. Even for a place like this." "Then why come in?" "To taste the truth. Just like always." He picked up a croissant, inspecting the buttery layers in the light. "This one’s different. Bitter crust." "Maybe the ingredients spoke. Or the water." "Or maybe someone poisoned the flour." "That’s a new recipe, darling. No poison, just trouble." She slid a warm plate across the wood. "Eat up. You never know when you might need energy." "You sound sure." "I’ve been running this shop since the fire. People come, people go. Some just vanish." "Vanishing makes the mystery last longer." "Mystery is good for sales. Bodies are better." "You’re getting dark." "I’m getting honest." She poured cups of coffee, steam rising like a ghost. "Drink it fast. The mayor’s outside." "He know you’re feeding me poison?" "He knows nothing. Just like everyone else." The clock ticked to noon. The bell didn’t ring again.