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The brass bell above the door chimed, cutting through the warm, heavy scent of cinnamon and rising yeast. A fine dusting of flour hung in the golden morning light, dancing over the rows of glazed pastries. "The usual, then?" "Make it two. And I'll need the gossip to go with them." "The gossip is currently being kneaded into the sourdough. It’s a bit heavy today." "Is it about the old mill? I heard the lights were on late last night, and the iron gate was swinging wide." "It wasn't the mill. It was the constable's sedan parked outside the library, idling for nearly an hour." "He was looking for something. Or perhaps someone." "Just keep your voice down. The blueberry scones aren't the only things watching the street today." "I'll take the scones. And a lemon tart. I have a feeling it's going to be a very long afternoon." "It always is when the flour starts flying and the secrets start surfacing." A gloved hand slid a grease-spotted paper bag across the marble counter, the paper crinkling sharply in the sudden, heavy silence of the shop.