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The bell over the door jingled as the afternoon sun painted golden strips across the flour‑dusty counter. A warm scent of cinnamon and fresh bread hung in the air. “Did you hear about the missing heirloom at the Miller house?” a voice asked, low enough not to startle the other customers. “Only the rumors. They say it vanished right after the garden party, and nobody saw a thing.” A soft chuckle rose from the other side of the counter, mingling with the hiss of the oven. “I swear I saw a shadow near the old oak, but it was too dark to make out a face.” “Shadows move fast in this town. Everyone’s got a story, but the truth’s always hidden in the crumbs.” The baker brushed a stray strand of hair from her forehead, her hands still dusted with powdered sugar. “If you’re looking for clues, start where the cat likes to nap. He’s seen more than you think.” A pause, punctuated by the clink of a coffee cup. “You think the cat knows more than the police?” “Maybe. Cats don’t lie. They just… observe.” The door swung open again, a gust of wind scattering a few flour specks. “Well, I’m off to the garden. If I find anything, I’ll bring it back for a slice of your famous apple turnover.” A smile lingered in the air, as sweet as the pastry itself.