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The little bakery on Main Street was warm, the scent of yeast and cinnamon swirling around the chalkboard menu. A bell chimed as the door opened, letting in a gust of autumn air. "Looks like the apple crumble is still hot." "I can't resist a slice after that early morning chill." "Coffee's ready, if you need a cup." "That sounds perfect. I've got a favor to ask, actually." "Oh? What do you need?" "Have you seen old Mr. Pemberton around? He was supposed to pick up his favorite blueberry pie this morning, but he never showed." "I haven't seen him. The pie's still in the case, waiting." "That's odd. He never misses a day." "Perhaps he's tied up with that new mystery at the town hall." "The meeting last night? I heard whispers about a missing heirloom." "Maybe he's looking into that." "I'll keep an eye out. If he comes in, I'll let him know you're asking." "Thanks, you're a lifesaver." "That's what we do here—keep the town connected and the pastries fresh." The morning sun painted the windows gold, and a stray cat stretched on the sill, watching the town awaken as the bakery's clock ticked softly.