Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY8518V08GC7YQJFWCAKJRJ

The aroma of fresh cinnamon rolls and brewing coffee filled the air of Willowbrook Bakery, where sunlight streamed through lace-curtained windows onto flour-dusted counters. A bell tinkled as the door opened, letting in a gust of autumn wind. "I heard about the missing locket from Mrs. Hargrove's shop. Think it's connected to that stranger who wandered in last week?" "Could be. He asked for directions to the old mill, but his eyes kept darting around like he was casing the place. And now this—her prized antique gone without a trace." "Sounds suspicious. You remember what he looked like? Tall, with a scar on his cheek?" "Exactly. Ordered a dozen scones and paid with crisp bills, like he'd just printed them. But why target a locket? It's not worth much." "Maybe it's not about money. Old family heirloom, right? Secrets hidden inside, perhaps." A pause, the clink of a mixing bowl. "You're right. We should poke around the mill after closing. But quietly—no need to alarm the town yet." "Agreed. Pass me one of those rolls; sleuthing works up an appetite." Laughter echoed softly as steam rose from the oven, the mystery simmering like dough in the warmth.