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The scent of toasted cinnamon and browned butter hung heavy in the air, masking the crisp bite of autumn leaking through the door. A bell chimed, announcing a sudden downpour, and the shop grew dim as the clouds gathered overhead. "You’re early, but the lemon tarts are already calling your name." "I needed an excuse to get out of the house. The silence in that old place is starting to feel heavy, almost like a secret waiting to be told." "Well, keep it to yourself until the tea is poured. I don’t want my crusts going soggy while you dissect the morning headlines." "It’s not the headlines, and you know it. Have you noticed the blue sedan idling by the library again?" "I’ve noticed a lot of things, dear. Including the fact that you’re gripping your umbrella like a weapon. Relax. The sugar is fresh, and the gossip can wait for another ten minutes." "Just one tart, then. Before the mail carrier comes by with news that’ll put us both in a prickly mood." "Make it two. I have a feeling it’s going to be a very long afternoon."