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The bell above thebakery door tinkled softly as Eleanor pushed it open, the warm, yeasty scent enveloping her. She spotted Mrs. Henderson at the counter, stirring a steaming mug of coffee, and made her way over. The baker, Mr. Finch, was polishing glasses nearby, his movements precise. "Morning, Eleanor," Mrs. Henderson murmured, not looking up. "Still no sign of the old ledger?" Eleanor leaned against the counter, watching Mr. Finch. "No, Mrs. Henderson. Not since last Tuesday. It was tucked behind the flour sacks, just like always." Mr. Finch paused his polishing, his eyes meeting Eleanor's for a fleeting second before returning to his task. "Odd place to hide it, if you ask me." Mrs. Henderson sighed, stirring her coffee slowly. "I know, dear. It's been worrying me. Old Mr. Henderson kept everything in that ledger. His recipes, the town's secrets... well, the recipes anyway." Eleanor nodded, her gaze drifting to the display case. "Perhaps it just got misplaced during the big clean-out last month." Mr. Finch straightened up, wiping his hands on a cloth. "Misplaced? Or moved? Someone might have taken it." Mrs. Henderson's eyes widened slightly. "Taken? But why? It's just a ledger." Eleanor felt a chill despite the warmth. "Maybe for a reason," she murmured, her voice low. Mr. Finch gave a small, knowing nod. "Sometimes, the sweetest things have the sharpest edges."