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The bell chimed as the door swung open, and the warmth of the bakery enveloped her like a hug. Behind the counter, Clara wiped her flour-dusted hands on her apron and smiled. The display cases were filled with pastries, each one a small masterpiece of butter and sugar. "Morning, Eliza. The sourdough is out, and I've got a warm slice of the new apple strudel for you to try." "Thanks, Clara. You're a lifesaver. I can't stop thinking about what happened at the library last night." "Ah, yes. The missing manuscript. Mr. Thornton is quite upset—it was a first edition, you know." "Who would steal something like that? And without leaving a trace? It's like a ghost did it." "Stranger things have happened in this town. Remember the old rumors about hidden tunnels under Main Street?" "Don't tell me you believe those? I thought they were just stories." "Some stories have truth in them. But let's not dwell. Here's your pastry. Do let me know what you think of the strudel." "Will do. And Clara? Be careful. I've seen unfamiliar faces lingering near the bakery at night." "Thank you for the warning. We'll keep an eye out. Have a lovely day, dear."