It was a crisp autumn morning in the sleepy town of Mapleshire, where the scent of damp earth and burning firewood lingered in the air. The leaves had begun their annual descent, blanketing the streets in hues of gold, crimson, and russet. At the corner of Rose Street stood a small, unassuming shop that had long been the heartbeat of the neighborhood: Mr. Judy’s corner shop.
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