Run: 2026-02-20-01KHXQ2SG6SAP6PF9HZNEH48VQ

The bell above the door jingled as it swung open, letting in a gust of crisp autumn air. The scent of cinnamon and fresh bread wrapped around the newcomer like a warm hug. “You’re back! I was starting to think you’d forgotten about my blueberry muffins.” A soft chuckle. “As if. I’ve been dreaming about them all week.” “Well, you’re in luck. I just pulled a fresh batch out of the oven.” The sound of a muffin being placed on a plate, followed by the clink of a coffee cup. “So, what’s the gossip around town this week?” A sigh. “Oh, you know—nothing much. Though Mrs. Henderson swears she saw a ghost in the old mill again.” “That woman and her ghost stories. Last time it was just a raccoon in the attic.” “True. But between you and me, I *did* hear something strange last night.” A pause. The crunch of a muffin. “Do tell.” “Well… I was walking past the library, and I *swear* I saw a shadow move behind the curtains. At midnight.” A gasp. “You don’t think…?” “Who knows? But if there’s a mystery to solve, I’m bringing muffins.”