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The smell of cinnamon and warm sugar hung thick in the air. A dusting of flour coated every surface, even the worn checkered tablecloth. “Honestly, a blueberry pie in this weather? Who orders that?” “Mrs. Hawthorne, apparently. And she’s very particular about the crumble topping, you know. Has to be precisely half an inch.” “Half an inch? Good heavens. Some people have entirely too much time on their hands.” A pause. “Did you hear about old Mr. Abernathy?” “The antique shop owner? Something about a missing first edition?” “That’s the one. Vanished right off his shelf. Claims it was right there yesterday morning.” “Well, that’s just dreadful. He was such a sweet man.” A sigh. “Another apple turnover, please. And a strong coffee. This town is getting stranger by the minute.” “Coming right up. Though, I do think we should keep an eye on young Timothy. He's been awfully interested in Mr. Abernathy's shop lately.”