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The bell over the door jingled. A woman in a blue coat entered, brushing snow from her shoulders. Sunlight filtered through the lace curtains, casting delicate patterns on the wooden floor. A small radio played a gentle jazz tune, and a chalkboard advertised 'Apple crumble, $2.50'. The bakery smelled of cinnamon and yeast, and a chalkboard listed today's specials in looping script. She brushed flour from her apron. "I've never seen you around here before." The newcomer glanced at the glass case of berry scones. "Just passing through. But these look impossible to resist." "They're fresh out of the oven. Last batch before the county fair," the woman behind the counter replied, a hint of worry creeping into her voice. "County fair? I heard there was a theft last year—someone stole the prize-winning jam," the newcomer said, her curiosity kindled. "You shouldn't go poking into that," she warned, wiping a stray crumb from the counter. "It's all settled now." Just then, the woman's teeth sank into a scone, and a crumpled note tumbled onto the table: "Meet me at the old mill at midnight." She looked up. The woman behind the counter was already turning away, humming a tune that seemed oddly familiar.