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Flour drifted through the warm morning air like a fine alpine snow, settling over the glass display case and coating the brim of a blue apron. "You didn't use the heirloom cinnamon, did you?" "Would I dare? Not with the annual harvest bake-off only three days away." "Good. Because Mrs. Higgins swore under oath at town council last month that her spice blend is the only thing standing between us and complete culinary anarchy." "Mrs. Higgins hasn't tasted my cardamom knots yet, or she'd retire that rusty tin of hers for good." "That sounds dangerously close to treason in these parts." "Just confident. Besides, someone has to give the judges a reason to look up from their coffee." "Well, keep it down. The sheriff is sitting at corner table two, and he’s still investigating who stole the prize-winning marrow from the county fair." "I told you, the goat got loose." "A goat with a penchant for blue-ribbon gourds?" "Stranger things have happened in Willow Creek."