Flour dusted the air, dancing in the sunlight that streamed through the bakery's lace-curtained windows. The scent of fresh bread and sweet pastries filled the cozy space, a comforting hug to the senses. "Morning! The usual?" "Please. And add a couple of those apple tarts. They look divine." "They are. Made them fresh this morning. The secret's in the cinnamon." "Your secrets are always the best part. Have you heard about the librarian?" "Martha? What about her?" "She found a hidden room in the library. They say it's been sealed for decades." "A hidden room? In our little library? Sounds like something out of a mystery novel." "Doesn't it? And that's not all. They say she found a letter, old and yellowed. Something about a hidden treasure." "Treasure? In Hollow Creek? Now you're just pulling my leg." "I swear! Cross my heart. Isn't it exciting?" "Exciting? More like trouble waiting to happen. Mark my words, this won't end well."