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"Goodness, Mabel, what a morning! The oven alarm woke me at five, and already half the batch is gone. You certain someone didn’t slip in and help themselves while you were out back?" "Wouldn’t be the first time, but the door was locked tight when I checked. Besides, those cinnamon buns were cooling on the rack I locked. Unless ghosts learned to pry latches." Rachel leaned closer across the counter, her voice dropping though no one else was near. "Margaret stopped by earlier, said she saw someone skulking by the alley around six. Tall, dark coat. Might’ve been Tom, stealing supplies the way he keeps borrowing without paying." The scent of rising dough drifted between them, rich and reassuring until the silence stretched. Chairs scraped softly by the window. “Well, if it’s Tom, we’ll know soon enough. He leaves crumbs everywhere he snoops. The real mystery is why anyone would risk it when the town’s still looking for whoever took Esther’s cash box from the library last week. Same pattern, same smells of sugar hiding something sharper underneath.”