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The bell over the bakery door gave a merry jingle as Nora ducked inside, bringing a gust of cold air and the smell of woodsmoke with her. Warmth wrapped around her at once: vanilla, butter, cinnamon, and the faint yeasty promise of fresh bread. Flour dusted the counter like a light snow, and through the frosted window, Main Street looked soft and pale under the afternoon drizzle. “Tell me you saved me a cherry turnover.” “Depends. Are you willing to admit I make the best crust in three counties?” “I’ve never denied it. I’m simply hoping flattery is an acceptable form of payment.” A low laugh came from behind the display case. “For you? It always is.” Nora leaned closer, eyeing the tray of golden pastries. “You’ve got scones, too. Lemon blueberry?” “Still warm.” “You’re trying to ruin my dinner.” “That’s the point of a bakery.” She slid onto the stool by the counter, lowering her voice. “Any news from Mrs. Bell?” “Only that she swears her cat didn’t drag off the missing pie.” “And do you believe her?” “I believe Mrs. Bell believes it.” Nora smiled, then reached for the paper bag being offered. “You know, if the town ever runs out of mysteries, this place will collapse from boredom.” “Not while there are secrets in the sugar jar.” Outside, the drizzle tapped softly at the glass, and inside, the bakery glowed like a promise.