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The bell above the door jingled, and the warm scent of cinnamon rolled across the tiled floor. “Did you hear about the missing heirloom?” a voice whispered, low enough to blend with the hum of the oven. A soft chuckle rose from the other side of the counter. “I thought it was just a rumor, but the mayor’s wife was visibly upset when she left the town hall.” The baker, wiping flour from her apron, glanced over the display of croissants. “People say the old ledger was hidden in the pantry, behind the rye. But why would anyone take it now?” A clink of a porcelain mug punctuated the question. “Because the ledger holds the original recipe for the secret spice blend. Whoever has it could sell it to the big chain downtown.” The baker’s eyes narrowed. “And the bakery’s reputation would crumble, just like a stale scone.” A faint sigh escaped the other speaker. “We need to be careful. The thief knows we’re close‑knit, but they’re also clever.” The bell jingled again as a customer entered, oblivious to the quiet conspiracy. “I’ll keep an eye on the pantry,” the baker promised, sliding a fresh loaf onto the counter. “And you watch the front door.”