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The scent of cinnamon and melting butter hung thick in the morning air of *Sweet Mornings Bakery*. Dusting flour from her hands, Clara looked up as the bell above the door chimed. “You’re out early, Eleanor.” “Couldn’t sleep.” The older woman’s gaze was fixed on the display case. “Was hoping for a blueberry scone. My usual.” Clara’s smile faltered. “About that… the blueberries. They’ve vanished. Whole crate, gone from the walk-in cooler this morning.” Eleanor’s teacup paused halfway to her lips. “Vanished? How peculiar. Old Silas at the market said his delivery truck was tampered with last night. Just his crates of blueberries, though.” Clara leaned over the counter, lowering her voice. “Exactly. And Mrs. Higgins paid a small fortune to reserve them all for her anniversary tart.” “Mmm,” Eleanor murmured, her eyes twinkling. “Quite the sticky situation. You’ll need a new plan.” Clara sighed, gazing at the empty scone tray. “Or a new ingredient. And maybe a few answers.”