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The bell above the bakery door chimed, and the scent of cinnamon and sugar swirled with the cold draft. “You’re here early. Couldn’t sleep again?” “The strudel’s been gone by nine every morning this week. I wanted to be sure.” “It’s not the strudel you’re after, is it?” A pause, the soft thud of a pastry box being set on the counter. “I saw her last night. In the alley behind the library.” “You saw who?” “Eleanor. With her apron still on. She was talking to someone, but I couldn’t see their face. She looked… scared.” “Eleanor hasn’t worked here in three years. You sure it was her?” “Positive. She had that same silver locket, the one with the tiny rose. The one she never takes off.” The bell jingled again, and footsteps hesitated at the door. “Speaking of—is that her? Ordering at the register?” “No. That’s just Martha from the hardware store. Eleanor wouldn’t dare show her face in here now. Not after last time.” “Last time? What happened last time?” A long exhale, the squeak of a stool. “That’s the thing, dear. Nobody remembers. And that’s exactly what bothers me.”