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The brass bell sang as Marigold pushed through the door, her cheeks pink from the autumn wind. "You're thirty minutes early." "The sourdough starter was singing to me." She set a wicker basket on the counter, her gaze drifting to the empty glass case. "Someone beat you to breakfast." "Not just the rolls." Marigold lifted the tea towel from the register drawer. "The recipe tin's gone too. Grandma's original card, handwritten in 1962." "The one with the secret ingredient?" "Exactly that one." A customer shuffled in, shaking rain from her umbrella. Marigold's shoulders tensed. "You think it was Mrs. Peabody? She's been eyeing that card for weeks." "Or the stranger who asked about our 'signature blend' yesterday." Marigold reached into her pocket, withdrawing a folded photograph. "The one with the camera and no appetite." "But why steal a recipe? Anyone can taste cardamom and brown sugar." Marigold smoothed the photograph on the counter. It showed a croissant, impossibly golden, resting on a silver platter engraved with the town's name. "Unless it's not about the rolls. Unless it's about proving who gets to claim them as their own." The bell chimed again, sharp and insistent. "Then we'd better solve this before the Harvest Festival judging begins at noon."