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The scent of cinnamon and burnt sugar clung to the floral wallpaper of The Golden Crust. Outside, a drizzle blurred the cobblestones of Main Street, but inside, the air was warm and thick with the promise of lemon tarts. "You can’t possibly think he did it." "The man has a motive as clear as a summer morning, Clara. And he was seen leaving the library ten minutes before the alarm went off." "Being in the vicinity isn't a crime. Besides, Arthur is far too clumsy to steal a first edition without knocking over every bookstand in the wing." "Clumsiness can be a very effective smokescreen." A silver tray of sourdough loaves slid onto the counter with a dull thud, sending a puff of flour into the air. "You're obsessing again. Eat your scone." "I can't eat when there's a thief in the village. Did you notice how he was fidgeting with his cufflinks?" "I noticed he looked like he needed a nap, just like you. Now, tell me—do you think the jam is too tart, or just right?" "Definitely too tart. Almost as tart as your skepticism."