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"Morning, Elara. Same as always? The sourdough's looking particularly good today." The scent of cinnamon and warm yeast filled the small shop. "Always, Mr. Henderson. Though..." She paused, wiping flour from her hands on her apron. "Mrs. Gable didn't come in for her usual jam tart this morning. That's not like her." "Hmm. No, it isn't." The bell above the door chimed softly. "She mentioned something about visiting her sister yesterday. Said she'd be back by noon." Elara frowned, stacking loaves on the counter. "Her sister lives over in Mill Creek. That's a two-hour round trip, minimum. And she usually pops in here at least once a day, even if just for a chat." She glanced towards the clock. "It's almost one." Silence stretched, broken only by the gentle whir of the mixer. "Maybe she stopped somewhere on the way back?" Mr. Henderson suggested, though his voice lacked conviction. Elara's eyes met his. "Or maybe she didn't make it back at all." The warmth of the bakery suddenly felt a little colder.