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The bell above the door jingled as she pushed it open, the scent of fresh bread and cinnamon greeting her like an old friend. She stepped inside, her boots clicking softly against the tiled floor. "Morning," she said, her voice warm and familiar. "Morning, dear," came the reply, the baker's voice a comforting rumble. "What can I get for you today?" "Just a coffee, please. Black." "Coming right up." The baker moved behind the counter, the clink of cups and the hiss of the espresso machine filling the small space. "You hear about the new family that moved in down the street?" she asked, leaning against the counter. "The ones with the big dog?" The baker handed her the coffee, the steam curling invitingly. "Yes, they seem nice enough. Quiet." "Too quiet, if you ask me." She took a sip, the rich flavor warming her from the inside out. "I saw them moving in late last night. No lights on, just the sound of boxes being carried in." "Hmm." The baker wiped his hands on his apron, his brow furrowed. "Strange, indeed. But you know what they say about small towns." She smiled, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "Oh, I know. Everyone's got a secret."