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The bell above the door chimed, a bright, silver sound that cut through the heavy, comforting scent of toasted cardamom and warm yeast. A fine dusting of flour hung in the shafts of morning light, dancing like tiny, suspended stars over the glass display cases. "The cinnamon rolls are unusually large today." "A little extra sugar helps offset the news from the police station." "Is it true, then? The search warrant at the Mayor's manor?" "The Mayor is a private man, but even private men have basements that shouldn't be locked from the outside." "Goodness. I thought we were in for a quiet Tuesday." "In Willow Creek? Never." "I’ll take two of the lemon poppyseed muffins, then. Something tart to match the gossip." "Coming right up. And please, keep your voice down; the postman is already eyeing our corner booth with far too much curiosity." "He’s always been a nosey one." "He has a nose for secrets, much like you."