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The bell above the door jingled, cutting through the heavy scent of cardamom and yeast. Clara wiped her flour-dusted hands on her apron, eyeing the empty chair at counter three. "You're late. And you didn't bring the blue envelope." The stranger shifted, fingers tightening around a worn leather satchel. "Better safe than sorry. Rumor has it Old Man Miller found something buried near the mill pond this morning." Clara's knuckles whitened against the wooden surface. "The deed? He promised to burn it." "He kept his word. Mostly. But he dropped half the pages when the dog knocked him over. Someone picked up the pieces before the police arrived." She leaned forward, lowering her voice despite the empty shop. "That means only we know what's written on them. If the council finds out about the zoning loophole, this bakery becomes a parking lot." The stranger slid a crumpled sheet across the scarred wood. "Then we'd better decide whose side you're on before Sheriff Halloway finishes his coffee." Clara snatched the paper, eyes scanning the faded ink. "Miller's gone soft. It's time for a fresh batch of reality."