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The morning light spilled through lace curtains onto the flour-dusted counter, and the smell of butter and cinnamon hung thick in the warm air. A tray of apple turnovers cooled by the window, steam curling up toward the jars of peppermint sticks. Outside, Main Street was still quiet except for the sweep of a broom and the far-off church bells. "You're early. The maple scones just came out." "Couldn't sleep. Heard Mrs. Abernathy found a clue in the church pew?" "Two clues, if you count the missing pie server. Still think it's about the bake sale money?" "Everything in this town is about the bake sale money. Save me one of those chocolate croissants before the book club storms in." "Already put one aside. With extra powdered sugar, just how trouble likes it." "Flattery will get you extra gossip. The librarian saw headlights by the old mill after midnight." "Hmm. Strange time for a flour delivery. Want coffee while the frosting sets?" "Only if it's that hazelnut roast. Blackmail works better caffeinated." The oven timer dinged, and a fresh batch of blueberry muffins rose golden and trembling behind the glass. Someone laughed, and the cozy shop settled into its familiar morning hum.