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The bell above the bakery door jingled as a gust of crisp autumn air rushed in. Warm cinnamon and vanilla scents mingled with the scent of fresh-baked bread, filling the air. "Another croissant, I see," a familiar voice said, leaning against the counter. "You’re going to turn into a pastry if you’re not careful." "Someone’s got to keep up with you," replied another, grinning as they took a bite. "You’re always the first one to try the new pastries." "Well, someone’s got to set the standard," the first said, rolling their eyes. "Besides, it’s my job to make sure the town’s sweetest treats are up to par." "Speaking of standards," the second said, lowering their voice, "have you heard about the new mystery at the old mill? Someone’s been leaving strange symbols carved into the wood." The first person’s smile faded. "That’s not good. The last time someone messed with that place, it ended with a missing pie recipe." "Exactly," the second said, nodding. "And now, with the town’s annual bake-off just days away, we can’t afford any more trouble." "Alright," the first said, straightening up. "I’ll take a look. But if you’re coming, you’re buying me a coffee." "Deal," the second said, handing over a few coins. "And maybe a muffin to go with it."