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“I’ve heard the mill’s closing after the holidays,” she said, sliding a cinnamon roll onto a plate. “If that’s true, the whole street’ll feel it.” He rubbed a thumb over the rim of his cup. “Folks are already whispering about winter layoffs. The clerk at the post office says three families might sell before spring.” “Three families,” she echoed softly, setting the plate down. “That’s more than a rumor. That’s empty storefronts by Easter.” She wiped her hands on her apron and glanced at the snow-dusted window. “I just put in an order for twice the yeast. Thought maybe the weekend tourists would pick up.” “Keep the order,” he replied, voice low. “If the mill goes, people’ll still need a warm kitchen. Might be the only place left that smells like it used to.”