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The bell above the bakery door tinkled softly. "Another loaf of your sourdough, Mrs. Henderson?" the baker asked, sliding a warm, crusty loaf across the counter. Mrs. Henderson nodded, her eyes scanning the display case. "Yes, dear. And perhaps a slice of that lemon tart? I heard it's your best." The baker smiled, slicing the tart. "It is. Fresh from the oven." Mrs. Henderson took the tart, her fingers brushing the baker's. "You know, I was just thinking... that recipe book you keep locked away. It's been missing for weeks now. The one with all your grandmother's secrets." The baker paused, wiping flour from her hands. "Missing? I haven't noticed." "Noticed?" Mrs. Henderson's voice held a sharp edge. "It was right there on the shelf last Tuesday. Now it's gone. And you're the only one with a key." The baker straightened, her expression unreadable. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Mrs. Henderson. That book is safe." "Safe?" Mrs. Henderson scoffed. "Safe from whom? You, perhaps? You've been acting strangely, always looking over your shoulder." The baker's eyes flickered towards the back room. "Strange? I'm just busy. The holidays are coming." "Busy?" Mrs. Henderson pressed closer. "Or hiding something? That book is worth a fortune to collectors, and to you, it's priceless." The baker took a deep breath, her voice low. "It's not about the money, Mrs. Henderson. Some things... some things are better left undisturbed." She turned away, her back stiff. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have dough to knead."