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The bell above the door gave a cheerful jingle, slicing through the heavy, comforting scent of toasted cinnamon and warming yeast. A fine dusting of flour hung suspended in the shafts of morning sunlight, dancing over the display cases of glazed pastries and braided brioche. "The lavender scones are just coming out of the oven." "They look divine, but I’m really here for the gossip." "Is it about the Mayor’s gala? I heard the caterers pulled out at the last minute." "Worse. Someone broke into the library last night." "Oh, goodness. Not the rare manuscripts section? Not after all that hard work on the renovation?" "Exactly. And it wasn't just a common smash-and-grab. They left something behind." "A note? A calling card?" "A single, powdery white fingerprint. Right on the glass of the nineteenth-century poetry collection." "Flour? In the library?" "Precisely. It’s as if they walked straight from a kitchen into a crime scene." "Well, that certainly puts a damper on my morning blueberry muffin." "Maybe I should check my pantry for any missing ingredients."