Baguette mystery

Previously

…Agnes, humbled and chastened, began to pack up her stall, her ambition tempered by a newfound understanding of consequence. Barnaby, his face serene, nodded approvingly at the scene of reconciliation. And Flicker, no longer a shadowy figure, but a person with a past and a potential future, stood beside me, sharing in the simple, profound joy of good bread and a community restored. The Golden Crust Crown felt heavy on my head, a symbol not just of victory, but of hard-won peace. The mystery was solved, the thief exposed, and the village, once again, was united by the sweet, comforting aroma of baking. Pierre’s Perfect Pastries was safe, and so was my heart.