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The bell above the bakery door chimed, followed by a swirl of cool autumn air and the scent of cinnamon rolls. “I still can’t believe it. Gone, just like that.” “Are you sure you didn’t leave it on the counter when you picked up the sourdough?” “I *always* keep it in my pocket. It’s my father’s watch. It’s been there every Tuesday morning for thirty years, until today. I went to check the time in the hardware store and… nothing.” “Maybe it fell out here, when you paid.” They both looked down at the worn wooden floorboards, at the flour dust and scattered sugar crystals glinting in the morning light. A clatter came from the kitchen. “Heard anything about the new antiques dealer? The one setting up in the old post office?” “He’s been buying up all sorts of odds and ends from estate sales. A keen eye, they say.” A thoughtful pause settled between them. “You don’t think…” “Let’s not jump to conclusions. But perhaps, after we finish our coffee, we could take a stroll past his window. Just to… admire the merchandise.”