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The bell above the door jingled as the morning sun spilled into the bakery, casting golden light over the pastries. The scent of cinnamon and butter hung thick in the air. "Another blueberry muffin, please. The ones with the extra crumble on top." "Coming right up. You’re here early today." "Couldn’t sleep. Too much on my mind." "Trouble with the new recipe?" "Not exactly. More like… a mystery." "Oh? Do tell." "Well, I found something odd in the garden yesterday. A note, half-buried near the old oak." "Really? What did it say?" "Just a name—*Eleanor*—and a date from twenty years ago." "Hmm. Eleanor Whitmore, you mean? She used to own the blue house on Maple Street." "Exactly. But she passed away years ago. Why would someone leave a note like that now?" "Maybe it’s a clue. Or a warning." "Or a prank. But who would do that?" "Plenty of people in this town have secrets. You know that." "True. Still, it’s unsettling." "Well, if anyone can solve it, it’s you. You’ve got a knack for these things." "Maybe. But first, I need coffee. And another muffin." "Coming right up. On the house—consider it fuel for your investigation."