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The scent of cinnamon and yeast hung heavy in the air, warmed by the glow of the ovens. Outside, a light dusting of snow began to coat the cobblestone streets of Willow Creek, but inside, the windows were fogged with steam and the promise of sugar. "I heard the mayor's nephew was seen leaving the library at midnight. Again." "He’s always been a night owl, Clara. Or a troublemaker. It’s hard to tell with that family." "It wasn't just the time. He was clutching a leather-bound ledger like it was made of solid gold." "People get protective of their books. It’s not a crime." "In this town, a sudden interest in old records is practically a declaration of war." "You’ve been reading too many of those sensationalist tabloids. Drink your tea before it goes cold." "I can't focus on Earl Grey when the local aristocracy is behaving like characters in a gothic thriller." "Then perhaps a lemon tart would settle your nerves? On the house." "Make it two. I have a feeling I'll need the sugar if I'm going to finish my investigation."