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The scent of cinnamon and yeast hung heavy in the air, thick enough to taste. Outside, the mist clung to the cobblestone streets of Willow Creek, but inside, the ovens provided a golden, buttery warmth. "You’re late. The sourdough starter is already peaking." "The bridge was flooded again. I had to take the long way around the orchard." "And you're soaking wet. You’ll catch a chill before the morning rush even begins." "Is that a lecture or an invitation to sit by the hearth?" "It's an observation. Now, grab those flour sacks. We have twelve dozen croissants to prep before the vicar arrives for his ritual scones." "Did you hear about the commotion at the old mill last night?" "I heard nothing but the wind. I don't care for gossip, only for crust and crumb." "It wasn't just wind. Someone broke the lock on the cellar door." "Then someone is looking for trouble, and trouble doesn't buy pastries. Put the apron on. We have work to do."