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The scent of cinnamon and yeast hung warm in the air, mingling with the rich, dark smell of freshly ground coffee. Flour dusted the counter like a fine, pale snow. “Another dozen blueberry, please. And if you have any of those lemon tarts left…” A pause. “You look tired.” A sigh rustled the paper bags. “Didn’t sleep. I kept thinking about the old ledger. The one from before I bought the place.” “The one with the smudged ink?” “The very one. It wasn’t in the archives. But I found something else tucked in the back of the safe. A note, in Mrs. Higgins’s handwriting. ‘For when the sugar runs dry.’” A quiet clink of ceramic. “That sounds more like a treasure map than a recipe.” “Exactly. And the new place—the ‘Sweet Surrender’—they just opened last month and already they’re selling a ‘Sunrise Scone’ that tastes exactly like my ‘Morning Glory’ muffin. The one I invented.” A sharp inhale. “You think they have her recipe?” “I think someone’s been doing more than just borrowing sugar.”