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The bell above the door chimed, scattering flour dust from the rafters. Sunlight caught the glass display case, warming the rows of raspberry tarts and braided challah. The air hung thick with cardamom and browned butter. “You left the back window unlatched again.” “I needed the steam to escape. The ovens have been running since three.” “Steam doesn’t leave muddy boot prints on the pantry tiles.” A wooden spoon clattered against the copper mixing bowl. The checkerboard floor creaked under shifting weight. “Did you touch the envelope?” “The one tucked beneath the sugar canister? I wouldn’t dare. It’s still sealed, though the wax looks exactly like the mayor’s crest.” “He hasn’t used that seal since the library fire.” “Exactly. Which means someone’s recycling old stationery, or we’re about to host very unwanted company.” “The sourdough starter’s bubbling over. Hand me the linen towel.” “Only if you promise to call Sheriff Higgins before the next batch goes in.” “I’ll call him. But first, taste this crumb. Tell me if it’s almond extract or something far more bitter.” “You’re baking clues again, aren’t you?” “Only until the truth rises.”