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The bell above the door jingled as customers chattered about the latest town gossip. Steam curled from fresh cinnamon rolls, filling the air with warmth. "Did you hear about poor Mrs. Holloway? The one who runs the antique shop?" "Oh yes. Found slumped over her desk, teapot still steaming. Terrible way to go." Silence settled over the counter. A pastry crumbled slightly under a grip that hadn't noticed moving. "I cleaned her shop yesterday. She gave me a late invoice. Now she’s... gone." "Terrible. Poisoned, they say." A finger traced the edge of a tea towel. "But who would do such a thing? Everyone loved her." "Maybe someone who thought they’d never get caught." A sip from scalding coffee suddenly felt like a mistake. "Her tea had chamomile. No bitterness, no telltale metallic taste." "Still. Some things just aren’t natural in this town." The older woman at the register sighed. "Well, as long as the cinnamon rolls keep coming, I suppose."