Run: 2026-02-24-01KJ8VSB4G394FHAX1VWQ6FA1S

The bell above the door of "The Gilded Bun" announced the morning's first customer. Behind the counter, a rolling pin paused on a slab of pastry. "You're out with the dawn. Couldn't sleep?" "Not a wink. The noise last night at the empty shop next door… you must have heard it." "Just the old pipes groaning, I thought. Or Mrs. Norris's cat." "This was a very specific kind of thump. Followed by a very specific kind of silence." A flour-dusted hand slid a still-warm cinnamon roll across the marble. "You think it's connected." "To a missing garden gnome and a dozen eggs? Probably not. But to the fact that Agnes Fairchild suddenly has a new 'antique' vase on her mantel? The plot, as they say, thickens." "Like my cream cheese frosting." "Exactly. And we both know Agnes can't bake to save her life. So who's supplying her?"