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The bell above the bakery door jingled as Clara arranged the morning’s pastries. A familiar voice drifted from behind the counter. “Still using that old recipe for apple strudel?” She glanced over her shoulder to see Henry, flour dusting his sleeves, smiling with a glint in his eye. “Must you always comment on my baking?” she replied, rolling dough with practiced ease. “Well, someone has to keep tradition alive,” he said, leaning against the counter. “Besides, Mrs. Pembroke swears it’s the only thing that makes her feel at home.” Clara chuckled softly. “She’d eat anything you put in front of her, but I think she just likes the idea of it being special.” Henry nodded thoughtfully. “Maybe we should try something new—something that reminds us of the town, but isn’t ordinary.” She paused, considering. “Like what? The river, perhaps? Or the old mill?” He grinned. “Or both. A river and mill tart, maybe. With a hint of cinnamon.” Clara laughed, her eyes bright. “That sounds like a mystery waiting to happen.” They shared a look, the kind that promised more secrets and stories yet to unfold.