Run: 2026-02-16-01KHK9V0FCBAKTE8G3RADAJKRA

[In a small-town bakery, sunlight spills across a counter lined with pastel tarts. Flour dust motes drift in a warm beam. Two figures stand near the oven: a flour-dusted baker and a visiting journalist who loves quiet mysteries. A lavender-scented tray rests on the rack.] "That lavender scone is a charm against the chill," the baker says. "Chill isn't the only thing in the air," the journalist replies. "The town's whispering about the missing recipe book." "Missing recipe book?" "Yes. And a note tucked under the binder: 'Time will tell when the truth warms.'" "Who would hide it?" "Someone who fears what the old recipes might reveal." "And the note—where was it found?" "Stuck to the recipe binder with a crumb of sugar." "A crumb? Then the thief was careless." "Maybe careless, or sending a signal to the real thief in town." "We should check the back room after hours, but quietly." "Quiet is the only way to catch a shadow without waking the town." "Meet me at dusk, by the flour sacks, if you dare." "Dusk it is. And may the truth rise with the bread." "Agreed. And bring the sugar donuts; we'll need energy for the stakeout." "Dusk, then."