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The warm scent of cinnamon and yeast hung in the air as the bakery’s front door chimed. Clara wiped flour from her apron, eyeing the newcomer. “You’re early. Thought you’d be at the diner by now.” “Didn’t sleep. Something’s off.” She paused, glancing at the display case. “Where’s the apple pie?” Clara’s hands stilled on the counter. “Baked it this morning. For the Harvest Fair.” “Liar.” The man’s voice dropped. “It was here yesterday. Now it’s gone.” A bell chimed. In the doorway, a woman in a red coat stepped inside, shaking rain from her umbrella. She froze, spotting the tension. “Clara, you did this, didn’t you?” Clara’s laugh was brittle. “What’s he talking about?” “The pie wasn’t just pie. It had the letter. The one meant for your sister.” The woman in the coat stepped closer, her gaze sharp. “You stole it. Buried it.” Silence stretched. Clara’s knuckles whitened on the counter. Outside, sirens wailed.