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The aroma of fresh cinnamon rolls wafted through the cozy bakery, where sunlight filtered through lace curtains onto checkered tablecloths. Flour dusted the counter, and a chalkboard menu touted the day's specials: apple turnovers and mystery muffins. "I can't believe old Mr. Hargrove's antique clock just vanished from his shop last night. Who would do such a thing in our little town?" "Shh, not so loud. You know how rumors spread like wildfire here. But I did see someone suspicious lurking around after hours—tall fellow with a limp, wearing a dark coat." "A limp? That sounds like the new delivery man from the city. He was in here yesterday, asking odd questions about Hargrove's routines." "Exactly. And get this: I found a button near the back door of the shop. Silver, engraved with a peculiar symbol. Doesn't match anything Hargrove sells." "We should tell the sheriff, but let's not jump to conclusions. Pass me one of those muffins; maybe it'll spark an idea." "Or hide a clue. These things are full of surprises." Laughter mingled with the bell's chime as another customer entered, but the two leaned closer, whispering theories over steaming coffee.