Run: 2026-02-25-01KJ94SG5V1QFPKZK4X0E8XQY7

The bell above the door of "The Crumbly Crust" gave a cheerful jingle, announcing a familiar face. Sunlight, thick with the comforting aroma of cinnamon, yeast, and warm sugar, streamed through the wide front window, bathing the displays of frosted cupcakes and crusty loaves in a golden hue. "Morning, Eleanor. I was hoping you might have a warm apricot turnover left." "Just one, luck is with you today. Though, I must say, a peculiar morning it’s been." "Oh? More peculiar than Old Man Hemlock chasing squirrels with a broom?" "A bit. Mrs. Gable was in, quite agitated. Pacing by the counter, not even looking at the pastries. Kept fiddling with her scarf." "Mrs. Gable? Agitated? Did she trip over something?" "She claimed she was waiting for an important package, but kept glancing out the window as if expecting trouble. When she finally took her turnover, she left this behind." A small, ornately carved wooden bird sat primly beside the till. "A bird carving? That's not like her at all. Usually, it's a forgotten glove or a misplaced umbrella." "Exactly. And she was awfully quiet. Not her usual chatty self. I wonder what’s so important about this package, and why the bird?"