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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 the apple tarts?” She glanced over her shoulder to see Harold polishing a tray of croissants. “Old recipes have character,” she replied, smiling. “Besides, Mrs. Pembroke swears by them.” Harold chuckled, sliding a fresh batch onto the warming rack. “She also swears the cat’s the mayor’s secret informant.” Clara shook her head, laughing softly. “If that were true, we’d know everything before it happened.” He leaned against the counter, eyes twinkling. “Maybe I just like the way she looks when she bites into one—like she’s discovered something important.” Clara pretended to dust flour off her hands. “Careful, or you’ll make me suspicious.” “Wouldn’t dream of it,” he said, winking. The scent of cinnamon and sugar filled the air, mingling with their easy banter. Outside, rain began to patter against the window, but inside, all was warm and bright.