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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 raspberry tarts—if they’re as good as the rumors say." "Rumors? In this town, half the gossip starts right here at the counter." "Well, can you blame them? Your pastries are worth talking about." "Flattery won’t get you a discount." "Worth a try. So, did you hear about the flower shop?" "Of course. Everyone’s buzzing about it. Poor Mrs. Holloway—she’s beside herself." "Think it’s just bad luck, or…?" The baker’s hands stilled on the pastry box. "Or someone’s stirring the pot." "Exactly. And in a town this small, that’s never a good sign." "Careful now. Walls have ears, and so do customers." "Fair point. But if something’s brewing, we’ll find out soon enough." "Mm. Like the truth in a fresh-baked loaf—it always rises to the surface." "Spoken like a true poet of the pastry arts." "Just don’t tell anyone. I’ve got a reputation to uphold."