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The bell above the door chimed, and warm cinnamon air wrapped around her shoulders. "Morning, Clara. The sourdough's still proofing, but the blueberry muffins just came out." "Perfect timing. I need something to bribe the mayor with." "Politics already?" "Someone's been leaving threatening notes at the library. Third one this month." "Oh, honey. You know who?" "That's what I'm hoping to figure out. Mrs. Peabody saw a figure near the dumpster last Tuesday, but she's ninety-two and thinks Elvis runs the post office." "She's not wrong about Elvis." Clara laughed, accepting the paper bag. "You're impossible." "Just observant. That new girl in town—works at the diner—she's been asking questions about the historical society's archives." "Which archives?" "The ones with the town's original land deeds. From 1847." "That's... oddly specific." "Isn't it? I wrote it down." Clara bit into a muffin, blueberry juice staining her thumb. "I'll look into it. And Clara?" "Yeah?" "Watch your back. Some secrets are buried deeper than sourdough." The bell chimed again. Neither woman turned around.