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The bell over Crumb & Clover’s door gave its usual timid jingle, almost lost beneath the rain ticking against the windows. Mabel lifted a tray of lavender scones from the oven while Jonah stood beside the display case, turning a flour-dusted envelope over in his hands. “You found it where?” “Tucked under the lemon tart plate. The one Mrs. Peabody returned yesterday.” “She returned a tart?” “Claimed it was too sweet.” “Mrs. Peabody once put sugar on a ham sandwich.” “That’s not the strangest part.” Mabel set the tray down. Butter and lavender warmed the air, but the envelope seemed to chill it. “Open it.” “It’s addressed to your grandfather.” “He’s been gone twelve years.” “I know.” The paper inside crackled like old leaves. Jonah smoothed it on the counter between them. Outside, a bicycle hissed through a puddle. Inside, the mixer clicked as it cooled. “Well?” “It’s a recipe.” “For what?” “Blackberry buns. But look at the margins.” Mabel leaned close. In faded ink, beside the measurements, someone had written: Not accident. Ask about the blue ribbon. “The blue ribbon from the county fair?” “The year your grandfather’s bakery burned.” A timer dinged, sharp as a warning. “Jonah?” “Yes?” “Lock the front door.”