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The bell above the bakery door jingled as Clara arranged the last of the morning’s pastries. A faint scent of cinnamon and coffee hung in the air. She glanced up to see Henry slipping into the shop, his coat dusted with flour. “Morning, Henry,” she greeted, brushing a stray curl from her cheek. He smiled, eyes lingering on the display case. “Smells like heaven in here today.” Clara wiped her hands on her apron. “That’s Mrs. Pembroke’s recipe. She swears by it.” Henry nodded, reaching for a croissant. “She also swears she saw someone lurking near the alley behind the bakery yesterday.” Clara raised an eyebrow. “Who? The postman?” “No, not him. Someone in a dark coat. Mrs. Pembroke thought it was just a stray cat.” Clara chuckled softly. “Well, cats do have a knack for disappearing at night.” Henry leaned closer, lowering his voice. “Still, it’s been three days since the bakery’s new display case went missing. I can’t help but wonder if there’s more than just mischief at play.” Clara’s smile faded. “Maybe we’ll find out soon enough. Or maybe we’ll never know.” She handed him a warm croissant. “But until then, let’s keep our eyes open—and our ovens hot.”