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The scent of baking bread and sweet almond drifts from Harmony Creek’s beloved Daily Crumb, warm and inviting. Sunlight, still thin with morning chill, caught motes of flour dancing in the air above the bustling counter. A ceramic mug clinked gently against a saucer as steam curled upwards from spiced chai. “Another quiet morning, thank goodness.” “Speak for yourself. My bun oven nearly rebelled at 5 AM. Said it needed a holiday.” “You work too hard. Though I suppose these pumpkin scones won’t bake themselves.” “They certainly won’t. Did you see the notice tacked up by the post office?” “Oh, about the missing garden gnome? Honestly, Mrs. Higgins needs new hobbies.” “Not the gnome, dear. The one underneath. Old Mr. Abernathy’s prize-winning marrows.” “His marrows? The ones for the horticultural show?” “Precisely. Vanished overnight. Just… gone. And he swears his garden gate was latched tight.” “Well, I never. No one steals vegetables in Harmony Creek. Not since Agnes Finch’s prize-winning tomatoes disappeared back in '98, and that turned out to be a particularly brazen squirrel.” “Mr. Abernathy says it wasn’t a squirrel. Says he heard a faint humming sound around dawn, like a hive of bees, but deeper.” “Humming marrows? This town certainly keeps life interesting. He’ll be blaming the gnomes next.” “He probably already has. But honestly, it’s a peculiar thing. Who would want three massive marrows?”