Run: 2026-02-16-01KHKRHYQARXJ31P02ZP5DW2G4

In the warm scent of fresh bread, the bell above the door jingled as a customer entered, the afternoon light spilling across the tiled floor. The baker wiped her hands on her apron, eyes flicking to the corner where a small, battered notebook lay open. "Someone left a note in the cookie jar," the voice whispered, barely louder than the hum of the oven. "The one with the strange symbol on the edge?" "Exactly—looks like a crescent moon, but the lines are off." "Do you think it’s a clue or just a prank?" "Given the town’s history, I’d bet it’s more than a joke." "The old clock tower’s bell rang at midnight, right?" "Yes, and the watchmaker swore he heard a faint tapping on the glass." "Maybe the thief is trying to send a message." "Or someone’s trying to frame them." "The bakery’s back door was left ajar last night." "I saw footprints in the flour, but they vanished near the window." "Do you have any idea who could do something like that?" "The new librarian, perhaps? She’s always looking for stories." "Or the retired postmaster—he knows every secret lane." "Either way, we should keep an eye on the deliveries." "The next batch of scones arrives tomorrow; let’s hide the notebook inside." "If they come back for it, we’ll finally know who’s behind the missing heirloom."