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The bell abovethe bakery door tinkled softly. The warm, yeasty scent of fresh bread mingled with the sweet tang of cinnamon rolls. Martha, flour dusting her apron, kneaded dough with practiced strength. "Another batch of sourdough," she murmured, her voice thick with concentration. "Needs just a touch more water." A figure stepped inside, the door closing with a soft *thud*. "Good morning, Martha," came a voice, low and thoughtful. "That cinnamon roll smells... potent. Almost like it's hiding something." Martha paused, her hands stilling. She wiped flour from her brow, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Hiding? Like what? A secret ingredient?" She turned slowly, studying the newcomer. "Or perhaps a secret taste?" The visitor leaned against the counter, arms crossed. "More like a secret absence. The last batch of almond croissants... they vanished. Not a crumb left. And the almond paste? It's gone too. Like someone took it for a midnight snack, but forgot to leave a thank-you note." Martha's knuckles whitened as she gripped the counter edge. "Vanished? But who? And why? The town's not exactly crawling with pastry thieves." She glanced around the tidy shop, her gaze lingering on the display case. "Unless... unless it's someone who knows exactly where to look." The visitor nodded, a small, knowing smile playing on their lips. "Exactly. Someone who knows the bakery's secrets. Like where the extra almond paste is stashed." They tapped a finger thoughtfully on the counter. "Or perhaps where the best cinnamon roll is hidden."