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The bell over the door gave a soft chime, letting in a breath of cool morning air. Sunlight streamed through the frosted windows, catching the sparkle of sugar on the cinnamon rolls. The bakery’s small counter was crowded with trays of blueberry scones, their glaze shining like tiny amber lights. A faint rustle of newspaper rustled from a corner table, and the scent of fresh coffee mingled with the sweet perfume of dough rising. "Good morning." "Morning. The scones are fresh today." "I've heard the town's been buzzing about the missing antique key." "Yes, it disappeared from the old clock shop next door. Strange, isn't it?" "The police came in earlier, asked about anyone who saw a hooded figure." "They didn't find anything, but I noticed a faint smell of lavender near the display case." "Lavender? That could be a clue. Maybe the thief lingered longer than we thought." "The thief or someone else. Either way, I'll keep an eye out." Both fell silent for a moment, the gentle hum of the oven filling the space. Outside, a stray dog barked, and the town clock chimed the hour, its echo drifting through the narrow street.