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The scent of cinnamon and rising dough hung warm and sweet in the air. A hand reached across the counter to pass a steaming mug of coffee. "That'll be three fifty." "You heard about the Hendersons, then?" The voice was low, meant only for the space between them. A sigh. "Hard not to. Their prize-winning jam jars, all smashed on the sidewalk. Such a waste." "A waste? Mabel, it was sabotage. Right before the Harvest Festival competition. Everyone knows old Mr. Gable from the general store wanted that blue ribbon bad." "Shh! He brings me my flour. But... do you think he'd really...?" The coffee was pushed a penny closer. "All I know is, I saw a flickering lantern back there near his truck last night, and this morning, the Hendersons' whole display was a sticky, colorful mess." A long pause, filled only with the clink of ceramic. "You'd better lock up tight tonight." "Oh, I intend to. Extra tight."