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The scent of yeast and sugar hung thick in the air, mingling with the warm hum of the oven. A flour-dusted apron brushed against the counter. "Morning, Mrs. Gable. Usual sourdough?" "...Just the rye this week, dear. Feeling adventurous." The voice was tight, eyes darting towards the back room. "Everything alright? You look flustered." "Just... tired. Did you see the tray? The one with the cherry turnovers?" "Nope. Should be cooling by the window unless..." "Exactly! It's gone. Vanished. Like it was never there." A nervous laugh. "Probably just misplaced. Happens." "Does it? Seems odd. You usually keep everything locked tight back there." The voice lowered, conspiratorial. "Especially since... well, since the little spat with Mr. Henderson over the zoning permit." The silence stretched, thick and heavy, broken only by the clink of a coin on the counter. "Just forget I mentioned it. Probably walked off with it myself, distracted." The voice was brittle now. "Better get going. Busy day." The hurried footsteps faded towards the door, leaving only the scent of cinnamon and unanswered questions lingering in the warm, quiet bakery.