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The morning light filtered through the lace curtains, catching motes of flour dancing above the counter. The bell above the door jingled as Mrs. Pembroke entered, wiping her hands on her apron. The scent of fresh bread mingled with sweet vanilla, wrapping the small shop in a comforting haze. "Did you see the new shipment of raspberries?" "They looked a little bruised, but the scent was divine." "I was thinking of trying a lemon‑thyme scone today." "Your experiments always surprise the regulars." "Speaking of regulars, have you heard from Tom?" "He said he’d be in after his shift at the hardware store." "Do you think he’ll bring his famous apple crumble?" "If he does, we’ll have to save a slice for the mayor’s visit." "The mayor’s visit? I heard she’s judging the pie contest." "That’s right. First prize is a year’s supply of cinnamon." "I’ll need to practice my lattice technique." "Just don’t let the crust get too thick, or it’ll crack." "I’ll keep an eye on the oven temperature." "And remember, a pinch of nutmeg makes everything better." As the sun climbed higher, the bakery filled with the murmur of customers and the soft clink of porcelain cups.