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The bell above the door jingled as the scent of cinnamon and fresh bread wrapped around them. "Morning. The usual?" "Please. And maybe one of those new almond croissants—if they’re as good as the rumors say." "Rumors? In this town, everything’s a rumor until it’s a scandal." "True. Speaking of, did you hear about the mayor’s garden?" "Who hasn’t? Half the town’s been sneaking peeks over the fence." "Think it’s really haunted?" "Haunted? More like the mayor’s just bad at gardening. Those roses look like they’ve seen better days." "Or worse nights." A laugh, warm as the oven behind the counter. "You’re terrible." "And you love it. So, about that croissant..." "Coming right up. But if you’re wrong about the garden, you’re buying the next round." "Deal. Though if it *is* haunted, I’m blaming the sourdough starter." "Fair. That thing’s older than the town itself." The croissant landed on the counter, golden and flaky. "Verdict?" "Worth every rumor."