Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

Clara was at the register, her fingers moving over the keys with the same rhythmic precision she used on the dough.

An old customer, Mrs. Gable, was counting out two dollars and fifty cents for a cup of coffee and a ginger cookie, her gloved hands slow and deliberate.

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