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The bellabove the door chimed softly as Sarah pushed it open, the warm, yeasty scent of fresh bread enveloping her. Mrs. Henderson, the baker, was wiping down the counter, her silver hair neatly pinned. "Morning, dear. Same as usual?" she asked, her voice a low murmur. Sarah nodded, scanning the display case. "Just the usual, Mrs. Henderson. But... is something missing?" she murmured, her eyes lingering on the empty space where the prized blueberry loaf usually sat. Mrs. Henderson paused, her hands stilling. "Missing? What do you mean, dear?" she asked, her tone carefully neutral. Sarah gestured vaguely. "Well... the blueberry loaf. It's not there. And the special almond cake... it's gone too. Only the plain sourdough remains." She leaned closer, lowering her voice. "I thought maybe you'd noticed, Mrs. Henderson. You're here early." Mrs. Henderson straightened, smoothing her apron. "I'm always here early, Sarah. The early risers get the best treats." She gave a small, tight smile. "But I haven't seen anything amiss. Perhaps someone took them for a special order?" Sarah frowned, unconvinced. "But no one called in. And the display was untouched last night. It's... odd." She shifted, her gaze darting towards the back room. "I just thought I'd mention it, that's all." Mrs. Henderson's eyes flickered towards the door, then back to Sarah. "Of course, dear. Always good to be observant." She turned back to her counter, her movements brisk. "Now, what can I get you today? The sourdough is fresh." Sarah hesitated, then picked up a plain loaf. "Just this, please. And thank you for listening, Mrs. Henderson." She left quickly, the bell chiming again behind her. Mrs. Henderson watched her go, her expression unreadable, before turning to check the secure back room door.