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The bell above the bakery door chimed softly as the morning sunlight spilled across the worn wooden floor. The scent of cinnamon and freshly baked bread hung in the air. “Did you hear about the commotion last night? Over at the library?” “Oh, I heard bits and pieces. Something about a broken window?” “Not just broken—shattered! And a book missing. Oddest thing. Who steals a book in this day and age?” “Which book?” “That old leather-bound copy of ghost stories. You know, the one people say is cursed.” “Cursed? Really? That sounds like Mrs. Harper’s doing. She loves a good tale.” “Maybe, but the librarian swears she saw footprints leading away from the window. Small ones, like a child’s.” “A child? At midnight? That’s odd. Did they check the security cameras?” “Cameras were out. Storm knocked them out the day before. Convenient, isn’t it?” “Too convenient. You think someone’s playing a prank?” “Or trying to stir up trouble. You know how folks around here love a mystery.” “Well, if it is a prank, they’ve got the whole town talking. Honestly, though, I’m more concerned about whether there’s any of that blueberry crumble left.” “You’re in luck. I saw two slices behind the counter. Shall we split one?” “Absolutely. Mysteries can wait. Blueberry crumble cannot.”