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The bell above the door jingled as the morning sun filtered through the flour‑dusted windows, casting a warm glow over the counter. The scent of cinnamon rolls and sourdough rose like a promise, wrapping the small town in a comforting hug. "Morning, Marge. You look like you’ve been up since dawn." "Just trying to keep the croissants from rebelling again." "They’re behaving today, I see. Did you get the new batch of honey from Miller’s farm?" "Yes, and I tucked a pinch of lavender in the glaze. Thought it might give the scones a whisper of summer." "Smart move. Folks around here love a little surprise in their bite." "Speaking of surprises, did you hear about the missing pie from the church bazaar?" "Only that it vanished right after the blessing. Someone must have taken a liking to the crust." "Maybe it wasn’t theft. Maybe the pie just decided to go on an adventure." "If it did, I hope it brings back a story worth telling." "Until then, we’ll keep the ovens warm and the doors open for anyone needing a sweet excuse to linger." The morning light shifted, highlighting dust motes above the display case as the town began its quiet stir.