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The warm scent of yeast and vanilla lingered in the cozy confines of Maple Hollow Bakery, where flour dusted the wooden counter like soft snow. Bess hummed while wiping a tray of cooled muffins, her blue apron tied snug against her floury dress. Across from her, Nora cradled a steaming cup of tea, perched on a stool by the window overlooking the quiet main street. "I found something odd behind the counter this morning." "Odd how? Spill it, Bess." "A scrap of paper tucked under the bag of rye flour. Looked like a list of addresses—but half the names had been scratched out." "Any names you recognized?" "Old Mr. Jenkins at the end of Oak Lane. And that quiet widow who runs the flower shop." "Strange. Thought I saw a stranger lingering by the flower shop yesterday evening. Dark coat, collar up high." "Did he buy anything?" "No. Just stared at the window display, then hurried off when the church bells rang." "Church bells at that hour? Coincidence, maybe. Still, keep that paper safe. Something about those scratched names feels deliberate." "Think we should mention it to the sheriff?" "Not yet. Let's ask around first. You know how gossip travels faster than rising dough in this town."