Gideon gulps as he comes to a halt, straightening his doublet and muttering to himself. He sighs shakily, gathering his confidence and walking into the bakery, a small bell above the door jingling to announce his arrival. He slowly steps inside, his breath catching in his throat as his eyes land on the figure at the counter. He squrims instinctively, unable to hide the shyness and hesitance in his voice "Erm...Good day. I..I was informed that I would find a Peter Winford here?"
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