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The bell above the door chimed, letting in a swirl of autumn leaves and the scent of damp wool. "If those are the inspection notices from the town council, I’m locking the doors and moving to Paris." "Worse. The church ladies are boycotting the cinnamon rolls." "Again? What did I do this time? Did I blaspheme with the cream cheese frosting?" "Apparently, the spices are 'too worldly' for the bake sale. Sister Beatrice thinks cardamom is a gateway to hedonism." "Cardamom? In Oakhaven? Next thing you know, they’ll be banning vanilla for being too seductive." "I suggested they stick to plain scones. They said those lacked 'spiritual ambition.'" "Right. Well, hand me the piping bag. If we’re going to corrupt the local parish with sinful pastries, we might as well do it right." "Should I start the coffee?" "Make it strong. We’re going to need divine intervention to survive the morning rush."