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The bell above the bakery door jingled, and a gust of cinnamon-scented air swirled around the display case. “They’re not even trying to hide it anymore.” “The scones? I know. The cranberry ones are practically crumbling just from looking at them.” “I meant the note. Tucked under the register, plain as day. ‘Meet me where the second oven used to be.’ What second oven?” “Used to be. That’s the trick of it. Old Mrs. Gable had two, remember? They bricked one up after the fire of ’69. Her secret recipe was supposed to be inside.” “And now someone thinks it’s worth a letter? Sounds like a ghost story for tourists.” “Or a warning. Look, I’m not going near that wall. You can’t unsee a bricked-up oven at midnight.” “Fine. But if you’re wrong, and that note’s about the new lemon tart recipe, I’m eating both of yours.” “Deal. But bring a flashlight. And don’t blame me if the buttercream gets weird.”