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The morning sun slipped through the lace curtains, painting the flour-dusted counters in a soft gold. The scent of cinnamon swirled with fresh yeast, wrapping the tiny shop in a hug of comfort. A small bell chimed as the door opened, letting in a gust of early October air. "Back again, I see." "Wouldn't miss it. Your blueberry scones are the only thing that gets me through the council meeting." A laugh bubbled from behind the counter. "Speaking of meetings, did you hear the new exhibit at the old mill? They're saying it's haunted." "Haunted? That's a bit much for a yarn shop." "Just a rumor, but the lock was found tampered with last night." A pause, the baker's hands stilled on the dough. "Maybe it's just the wind. Still, I've seen strangers loitering near the back alley." "I'll keep an eye out. And maybe I'll bring you that recipe you asked about— the one your grandmother used." The baker smiled, sliding a warm scone onto a plate. "Looking forward to it. And if you find anything unusual, you know where to find me." The bell chimed again as the door closed, leaving the bakery humming with quiet curiosity.