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The bell above the bakery door jingled as Lila stepped inside, the aroma of fresh bread and cinnamon rolls enveloping her. She made her way to the counter, where the baker, a portly man with flour-dusted hands, was arranging a tray of scones. "Good morning, Lila," he said, not looking up. "The usual?" "Yes, please. And a coffee." Lila leaned against the counter, glancing around the cozy shop. "Busy morning?" The baker nodded, finally meeting her gaze. "Busier than usual. That new antique shop down the street has been drawing in quite a crowd." Lila raised an eyebrow. "Antique shop? I hadn't heard about that." "Opened just last week," the baker replied, sliding a steaming cup of coffee across the counter. "The owner's a bit of an odd duck, if you ask me. Keeps to himself mostly." "Odd how?" Lila asked, taking a sip of her coffee. The baker shrugged. "Just a feeling, I suppose. But with all the strange things happening in town lately, it's hard not to be suspicious." Lila's eyes narrowed. "Strange things? Like what?" The baker leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper. "That's a story for another time, my dear. But I have a feeling you'll be hearing more about it soon enough."