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The bell above the door jingled cheerfully as a gust of cool morning air swept in. Behind the counter, trays of golden croissants and cinnamon rolls steamed gently, filling the bakery with a sweet, buttery scent. One customer, bundled in a thick cardigan, leaned over the display case, eyeing the day-old apple turnovers with a critical eye. "Busy day today, isn't it?" "More than usual. Saw someone lurking near the old bookstore earlier." "That's odd. The Millers just moved out of there last week." "Didn't recognize them. Asked a few folks about town history... seemed too interested in the old mines." "Old mines? What for?" "Who knows? Just thought you should know." A sudden silence settled between them, broken only by the soft hiss of the espresso machine. The first customer finally tore their gaze away from the turnovers and met the other's eyes. "Well. Guess we'll keep our eyes open, then."