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The bell above the door jingled, though no wind was blowing.

“The winter of ’56,” Grandma said, her eyes clear for once. “The bridge froze solid. No trucks could get through for three days. People were running out of flour, sugar, milk. Penelope had a stash of supplies in the back of her candy shop—emergency rations she called ‘insurance.’ She didn’t sell them. She walked door to door, handing out bags of sugar and tins of cocoa. Said, ‘A town that can’t bake together won’t survive together.’”

She found the tin. Inside: a key, a bag of cocoa beans, and a letter.

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