As the days passed, the villagers of Bramblewick became more and more perplexed by this peculiar occurrence. Rumors began to spread like wildfire through the cobblestone streets, with everyone speculating about the cause of their sudden red locks.
One afternoon, inside the cozy tearoom on High Street, a group of concerned residents gathered around a table, sipping on steaming cups of Earl Grey and nibbling on freshly baked scones.
"I tell you; it must be that new hair tonic old Mrs. Thompson brought back from her trip to India," declared Mrs. Jenkins, her own once silver hair now a striking shade of crimson.
"Nonsense!" retorted Mr. Harris, the village blacksmith, his beard now a fiery red to match his hair. "It's got to be some sort of curse! Mark my words."
But before the debate could escalate any further, a soft chime sounded above the tearoom door, announcing the arrival of a newcomer.
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