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The bell above the door jingled, and the scent of cinnamon rolls drifted across the tiled floor. “Did you see the note on the counter?” a voice asked, low and curious. “It was tucked under the croissant basket, right where the blueberry muffins sit.” “The handwriting… it’s the same looping script we saw on the library’s lost‑and‑found board.” A soft chuckle rose from the other side of the counter. “Only one person in Willow Creek writes like that—Mrs. Whitaker’s niece, the one who runs the antique shop.” “Exactly. She always leaves little clues, like a game of hide‑and‑seek.” The oven timer beeped, and a fresh loaf of sourdough emerged, its crust crackling. “Maybe she’s trying to warn us about the old oak tree behind the church.” “Or she’s just playing with us again. Remember the ‘missing cat’ prank?” A sigh escaped, mingling with the aroma of fresh coffee. “Either way, we should check the tree before sundown. The town’s gossip spreads faster than yeast.” “Agreed. Let’s finish these pastries first; the mayor’s meeting can wait.” The two friends exchanged a quick, conspiratorial grin, then turned to the display case, their eyes scanning the sweet treats for any hidden messages.