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The bell above the door chimed, a cheery note that sliced through the scent of toasted oats and cinnamon. Flour dust danced in the slivers of afternoon light, settling over the glass display case like fine snow. "You’re early. The sourdough isn't even out of the oven yet." "I could smell it three streets away. It’s hard to stay patient when the air is practically buttered." "Well, you’ll have to settle for a lukewarm scone for now. The blackberry ones are fresh, if you don't mind a little mess." "I never mind a mess when it involves fruit and pastry. Did you pick them yourself?" "Deep in the woods by the creek, just after dawn. My apron is still stained purple." "Hidden treasures. Just like this shop. Tell me, did you see anyone wandering near the bridge this morning?" "Only the delivery truck and a very grumpy stray cat. Why? Is something wrong?" "Probably nothing. Just heard a bit of gossip at the post office about a misplaced key. I thought you might have seen a wayward traveler." "I see plenty of travelers, but none with any interest in keys. Just hungry ones. Hand me that napkin—you’ve got a crumb on your chin."