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The bell above the door chimed its familiar tune, announcing the arrival of a new day and a new customer. The air inside hung thick and sweet, a comforting blend of cinnamon, burnt sugar, and freshly baked bread. Steam misted the glass fronts of the display cases, where meticulously arranged pastries gleamed under soft light. "Morning, Eleanor. The scent is particularly divine today." "Arthur, you're prompt. Just pulled the lemon poppy seed loaves. Still warm." "Wouldn't miss them. Though I saw poor Mrs. Gable by the library steps looking quite flustered. Seemed to have misplaced something vital." "Oh dear. Her knitting needles again?" "No, something more… personal. You know how she guards her little blue velvet box." A faint clink echoed from the small kitchen, followed by the rustle of paper bags. "Was that…?" "Just a minor rearrangement of the teacups. Don't you worry. Now, about those loaves…" "Yes, of course. I just hope she finds it. Odd that things keep going astray." "Indeed. Especially with Mr. Albright sketching away near the town hall with such unusual intensity lately. He's never shown interest in architectural details before." "He does have a way of observing, doesn't he? As if he's cataloging every brick. Well, perhaps it’ll turn up. These things often do, don't they?" "They do. And a good ginger snap never hurts the search, does it?"