Ey up, lah! Yaknow, t’great mystery o’ t’Baxters Blowies’ catchin’ t’ imagination o’ folk round ‘ere’s been fillin’ t’paper’s for weeks now. But ta’tother side o’ t’door lies a greater mystery still. Young Mia, t’daughter o’ t’Baxters’ baker, ‘as been playin’ her part in unravelin’ t’ truth behind t’ suspicious disappearan’ o’ local lad, ‘Arry Fishin’. Now, as I’m writin’ t’story, Mia’s at t’top o’ t’Blowies’ cascade, ‘avin’ a grand ol’ time, gettin’ the lowdown from t’wary informant.

Blimey guvna! What’s ta’_learn’t’s not playin’ poker – it’s bein’ too clever by ‘alf. Mia stumbled upon clues that’d put Sherlock ‘olmes to shame, n’matter what the B’berg mutter o’ thieving revealray what’s cheekily kept. The meetin’s, at The Fruit Shop corner, promised t’reveal e’t revealr wel hnkling sid’re change terms may fish m detect darkness web e.

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