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The aroma of cinnamon and warm bread hung thick in the air of The Buttercup Bakery, a comforting cloak against the morning chill seeping through the old windows. Sunlight, buttery and pale, painted stripes across the checkered floor as a bell tinkled, signaling a new arrival. “Oh, darling, a double chocolate muffin for you today?” “Sounds divine, Molly. And a coffee, black as midnight.” “Coming right up. Heard about the fuss down at the library?” A gentle clinking of porcelain followed. “Only whispers, dear. Anything concrete, or just Mrs. Henderson imagining things again?” “Well, they did find the rare edition of ‘Flora and Fauna of Willow Creek’ outside by the rose bushes. Untouched, mind you, but still. Odd, isn’t it?” “That *is* odd. It was locked up tight, wasn’t it?” “Always. Poor Eleanor nearly had a heart attack. Said the security camera footage was just… static for an hour.” “Static? In broad daylight?” “Exactly. And the front door wasn’t forced, not a scratch.” “Curiouser and curiouser. A ghost, perhaps, with a penchant for botany?” “Or someone with very nimble fingers and a knack for electronics. Your muffin, dear. Fresh from the oven.” “Thank you, Molly. I’ll keep my ears open.”