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The bell above the door jingled, announcing the morning’s first customer. “Fresh scones are still cooling, but the cinnamon rolls just came out of the oven.” “You’re a lifesaver. I had a feeling I’d need something warm today.” “Everything alright, Henry? You look a bit… thoughtful.” “It’s about the old mill. Found something in the records that doesn’t quite fit.” “Oh?” “A ledger entry from the day before the fire. A delivery that was never logged.” “That’s odd. Everything was so meticulously documented back then.” “It is odd. Especially since the delivery was from your great-uncle’s farm.” “…My great-uncle sold dairy, not lumber or bricks.” “Exactly. So what was in that delivery, Martha?” A long pause, filled only with the hum of the refrigerator and the scent of yeast. “The recipe,” she whispered, turning to arrange a tray of pastries that didn’t need arranging. “He brought a basket of eggs. But there was something else tucked underneath. A pressed flower. A single, black orchid.” “And you think that’s connected to why the mill burned down?” “I think,” she said, finally meeting his eyes, “that someone was trying to send a message. And I think that message has finally been found.”