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The scent of cinnamon and yeast hung thick in the warm air. A flour-dusted hand swept a cascade of crumbs from the counter into a waiting palm. “You heard about the library book?” “The one Gertie found tucked behind the cookbook section? I heard. Half the town’s in a tizzy.” “It’s not the book itself that’s got tongues wagging. It’s what was pressed between the pages.” A pause, filled only by the creak of a wooden stool. A coffee cup was lifted, then set down gently. “A maple leaf. So what? It’s autumn. They’re everywhere.” “Not a real one. A silver brooch, shaped like a maple leaf. And etched on the back were three little letters: E.V.” The rhythmic kneading of dough on the floured board stopped abruptly. “E.V. You don’t think… Eleanor Vance? She’s been gone nearly thirty years. Just vanished one Tuesday after picking up a loaf of rye from this very bakery.” “Exactly. And the book it was hidden in? A first edition of *The Secret Garden*, checked out in Eleanor’s name the week she disappeared. Never returned.” A soft, incredulous laugh mingled with the chime of the oven timer. “A library fine that spans three decades. Something tells me that’s not the worst secret that little leaf is holding.”