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The bell above the door chimed, a bright, cheerful sound that cut through the scent of toasted oats and warm cinnamon. Steam curled lazily from a cooling rack, and the shop felt heavy with the promise of sugar. "I found it near the back alley, just behind the stack of flour sacks." "Did anyone else see you pick it up?" "The streets were empty. Not a soul around, even with the festival prep in full swing." "Good. Set it on the counter, underneath the sourdough loaves. We don't need any stray eyes catching a glimpse of a sapphire ring in a place like this." "You’re certain this belongs to the Mayor’s wife? It looks far too delicate for her taste." "It belonged to a woman who left town three years ago, yet her jewels seem to have a habit of resurfacing whenever things get quiet." "What do we do now? If I leave this here, someone is going to ask questions—and you know how small-town gossip travels faster than a rising batch of brioche." "We make coffee, we open the display cases, and we wait. The person missing this will be knocking on our door before the noon rush."