Run: 2026-02-25-01KJ954DGFDGB1G114HTXFNNFJ

A comforting fug of cinnamon, butter, and yeast welcomed everyone into "The Rolling Pin." Agnes, ever dusted with flour, hummed a contented tune as she polished a glass display case. The bell above the door jingled, and Mrs. Gable bustled in, her brow furrowed beneath her sensible hat. "Morning, Agnes. The aroma alone could solve half the world’s problems. Though the mood outside feels a touch more serious today." "Serious? I'd call it downright baffling. Mildred tells me Mr. Abernathy received a most unusual delivery at the post office this morning." "Oh? Was it that special order of imported vanilla beans the grocer was expecting?" "No, this was for Abernathy himself. A small, dense sort of package. Plain brown paper, no sender's name. He practically snatched it and hurried off." "Mr. Abernathy? Acting like that? He never rushes, not even for the town picnic’s prize-winning pumpkin competition." "Precisely! And he didn’t even stop for his usual almond croissant. Highly irregular." "So, what do you suppose it contained, and who sent it? Mildred mention anything else?" "Only that it arrived on the early train, and Mr. Finch, the new lodger over at the B&B, was watching Abernathy rather intently when it happened."