Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY7H8R50TGER66616HBKHH2

The bell above the bakery door jingled softly as the morning light filtered through lace curtains, casting warm patterns on the wooden counter. The air was thick with the scent of cinnamon rolls and fresh sourdough, a comforting hug against the crisp autumn chill outside. "Did you hear about old Mr. Hargrove? Found keeled over in his garden shed yesterday, they say." A pause, the clink of a coffee mug on a saucer. "Poisoned, that's the rumor. Who'd do such a thing in Willow Creek? Man's as harmless as a loaf of day-old bread." "Harmless? He was always poking around folks' business, asking questions about that antique shop robbery last spring. Remember? The one where the sapphire brooch vanished?" The scrape of a chair against the floorboards. "You think he knew something? The sheriff's been sniffing around the post office, too. Widow Jenkins was there this morning, all flustered, clutching her recipe book like it held state secrets." A low chuckle. "In this town, it might. Pass the scones, would you? If we're unraveling mysteries, we'll need our strength." Outside, leaves rustled in the breeze, whispering secrets of their own to the quiet street.