Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNETSTMPTZQH1EVRH13H25C

The morning sun filtered through the glass case of "Sweets & Stories," a bakery perched on the corner of Maple Street. The scent of rising dough and cinnamon swirled in the air. Lily wiped the counter, humming a tune, when the bell chimed. The bakery's chalkboard listed today's specials in careful looping script: raspberry scones, honey‑glazed bear claws, and a steaming pot of cinnamon apple cider. A vintage clock ticked above the doorway, its hands nearing nine. Lily's apron was dusted with flour, and the low hum of the old refrigerator blended with the soft clink of porcelain. "Morning, Ellie. The usual?" "Yes, thank you. I noticed the front window was left open last night." "Ah, the breeze. I always forget to lock it." "I saw a figure outside, near the alley. Thought you might have seen something." "Just the stray cat. But... I did find this under the counter." "What's that?" "A small brass key. Looks old. Maybe it belongs to the old mill." "The mill? That's been abandoned for years." "Exactly. Could be a clue. Might want to call the sheriff." "Think it's worth the fuss?" "Better safe than sorry, especially with the festival next week." She smiled, tucking the key into her apron pocket.