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The morning light filtered through the frosted windows of “Harriet’s Hearth,” the town’s bakery on Maple Street. The air smelled of fresh cinnamon rolls and brewing coffee. A silver‑haired woman in a flour‑dusted apron wiped crumbs from the counter while a middle‑aged man with a notebook settled onto a stool near the window. “Hey, you ever notice the flour sacks are lighter today?” The woman’s hands paused, eyes narrowing. “Looks like someone’s been tasting the dough before it’s even risen.” The man’s grin widened, tapping his pen against the notebook. “Mmm, those pastries have a secret. My grandmother used to hide a pinch of cardamom in the dough.” The notebook flipped open, revealing a faded sketch. “I’ve seen that hint before, in the ledger you keep under the register. The one you always forget to lock.” A sudden clatter of a dropped spoon made both turn. A tiny silver key lay on the floor, glinting under the light. “Did you lose that?” A pause stretched, eyebrows furrowing. “Found it in the flour bin last night. It’s not mine, but it might unlock the pantry where the secret recipe lives.” The two exchanged a glance, the mystery deepening.