Run: 2026-02-16-01KHK9NE5Z0ZKPY3VVPF70C0XE

The small town bakery glowed with morning light, flour dust dancing in the air like tiny snowflakes. The display case twinkled with lemon tarts, and the oven gave a patient sigh. Two figures leaned near the register, voices lowered to a conspiratorial hush. "Everything smells like triumph and trouble today." "That's what happens when a recipe goes missing." A bell tinkled as a customer shuffled in, the door sighing shut behind them. "Check the ledger again." "Checked. Not there, not in the drawer. Nowhere." "Except perhaps in the hands of someone who shouldn’t have it." The room seemed to hold its breath, flour-clouds drifting like pale snow. "The loaf is rising fine." "But the real mystery—" "Is who wants the old family recipe rewritten." They moved closer to the counter, where a faded notebook lay half-hidden beneath a row of napkins, its cover damp with fingerprints and something else, something sweet and dangerous. "Someone must have copied it." "Or stolen it for keeps." The notebook's page fluttered, and a pencil smeared a triangle of ink across the margins, like a breadcrumb to a hidden shelf.