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The scent of fresh cinnamon rolls wafted through the quaint bakery on Maple Street, where flour-dusted counters gleamed under soft morning light. Outside, autumn leaves swirled in the crisp breeze, but inside, the air hummed with quiet suspicion. "I heard old Mrs. Hargrove's prize-winning pie recipe went missing last night. Vanished from her locked drawer like a ghost." "Ghosts don't pick locks. And why now, right before the town fair? She's won blue ribbon for twenty years straight." "Exactly. Suspicious, isn't it? You think it was that new baker from across town? He's been eyeing her secrets." "Or maybe someone closer. Remember how her nephew argued with her at the market? Stormed off muttering about inheritance." A soft laugh echoed. "Inheritance? Over pie crust? This town's too small for such drama." "But not too small for secrets. Pass me that rolling pin—wait, what's this? A scrap of paper tucked under the mat. Looks like a clue." "Handwriting matches Mrs. Hargrove's. 'Beware the sweet tooth thief.' Oh, this is getting juicy." The bell above the door tinkled, interrupting their whispers. Outside, the small town stirred, unaware of the baking intrigue unfolding within.