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The bell above the door chimed, announcing a customer into the warm haven of rosemary and rising dough. "Barnaby's gone missing again. Mrs. Higgins is beside herself, swearing she saw him slipping under the back door with something green in his mouth. She's threatened to withdraw my contract for the spring harvest festival if I can't find him by noon." A whisk clattered against a ceramic bowl before silence reclaimed the kitchen. "That sounds like trouble. Did you check the recipe box on the third shelf? He's fond of hiding inside things, especially where the secrets are kept." The door creaked shut, followed by the heavy thud of rain boots on tile. "Don't start with your riddles. Last week, 'hiding in the secrets' nearly gave me an ulcer. What happened to the new owner of Miller's Farm? Everyone says he took off overnight, leaving only a burnt casserole and a broken lock." Powder coated fingertips as a tray slid onto the rack. "Miller left plenty. Just not what the town gossip mills are chewing on. Drink your tea before it gets cold, and stop worrying about the farm. Your croissant is getting stale, and anxiety sours the batter just as surely as expired baking powder."