Run: 2026-02-20-01KHYB4VHAW6H24Q4W7J7RX1WQ

The aroma of cinnamon rolls and fresh coffee filled the air of Maple Street Bakery, where sunlight streamed through lace-curtained windows onto checkered tablecloths. Behind the counter, flour-dusted aprons hung like flags of surrender, and a chalkboard menu advertised today's special: pumpkin spice muffins. "I heard old Mr. Hargrove's antique watch went missing right from his parlor. Vanished like a ghost in the night." "Again? That's the third odd theft this month. First the library's rare books, then Widow Jenkins' silver locket. You think it's someone we know?" "Small town like this, everyone's a suspect. But who benefits? Hargrove's watch was worthless except for sentiment." "Worthless? I saw it once—engraved with a peculiar symbol, like a riddle. Maybe it's not about money." A bell tinkled as the door opened, letting in a crisp autumn breeze. "Shh, here's the sheriff now. Act natural." "Morning, folks. Smells divine in here. Any chance of a clue baked into those muffins?" "Only the usual ingredients, but if you're fishing for gossip, pull up a stool. Coffee's on the house." Laughter mingled with the steam from pouring mugs, but beneath it lingered the whisper of unsolved puzzles.