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Thebell above the bakery door tinkled softly. "Another loaf of your famous sourdough?" the baker asked, wiping flour from her hands. "Fresh from the oven just now." The customer nodded, taking the warm, crusty loaf. "Perfect. You know, I noticed something... odd yesterday. Mrs. Henderson's usual spot by the window was empty. She's never missed her morning coffee and scone." The baker paused, her eyes scanning the empty counter. "Mrs. Henderson? I hadn't noticed. She's been coming for years. Perhaps she decided to try the new café downtown." "But she never does," the customer insisted, peering out the window. "She'd be here by now. It's not like her." A frown creased their brow. "Something feels... wrong." The baker straightened, her expression carefully neutral. "Sometimes people just need a change, I suppose. Life gets busy." She carefully wrapped the loaf. "Enjoy your bread. Have a nice day." The customer took the package, their gaze lingering on the empty window seat. "Yes," they murmured, stepping back out into the quiet street, the mystery of Mrs. Henderson's absence settling like a quiet fog.