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The sea breeze off Pelican Bay usually brought the scent of brine and drying kelp, but by six o’clock every morning, it was thoroughly overpowered by butter. Beatrice Gable, proprietor of The Salted Crumb, had a heavy hand with the French butter, which was exactly why the line for her croissants typically wrapped around the block. But this morning—the morning of the Pelican Bay Autumn Harvest Festival—my bookshop smelled only of old paper and the sea. I checked the brass clock behind my counter. Six-fifteen. Bea was late with my morning Americano and bear claw. In the three years since I’d opened *Tomes & Tides* next door, Bea had never been late. She operated with the precision of a Swiss watch, assuming the watch was coated in flour and prone to singing Patsy Cline off-key. Dropping my feather duster, I pushed through the adjoining door that connected our stockrooms. "Bea?" The bakery kitchen was silent. The massive industrial ovens, usually radiating a comforting, bread-scented heat, were dark and stone-cold. That …

The morning of the Blackthorn Cove Harvest Festival dawned crisp and bright, the kind of autumn day that made you believe in small-town magic. I was already at the bookshop, *The Salty Page*, flipping the sign to *Open* when I heard the scream. Not the kind of scream that belongs in a seaside village where the biggest scandal is usually Mrs. Peabody’s prize-winning zucchini going missing. This was a sound that curdled the air, sharp as a gull’s cry and twice as panicked. I dropped my mug of tea—Earl Grey, extra bergamot, because some things are sacred—and bolted next door to *Honey & Hearth*, the bakery that had been the heart of Blackthorn Cove since before I was born. The front door was ajar, which was odd. Marnie Whitlock, the baker in question, was a stickler for locking up. She’d once chided me for leaving *The Salty Page* open for a full three minutes while I ran to the post office. “You never know who’s lurking, Maggie,” she’d said, eyes …