Run: 2026-02-25-01KJBDMG0EXZ06SX7AQJCHG50M

The bell above the door chimed, cutting through the heavy scent of cinnamon and burnt sugar. "I didn't think you'd be open this late." "Always open when the town is restless. What can I get you?" "Just coffee. Black." "Rough night?" "You could say that. Did you see him leave the post office yesterday?" "Him? Or the package?" "The package. It was heavy. Too heavy for letters." "I saw a man carrying something wrapped in brown paper. Looked like he was in a hurry." "Did he look nervous?" "Nervous? He looked like he was running from a ghost. Why?" "Because the mayor's dog is missing, and the vet found muddy paw prints near the riverbank." "Muddy paws don't make a man run, unless he's hiding something bigger than a lost hound." "Exactly. And the paper on that package? It smelled like wet earth." "I’ll keep the coffee coming. If you need a place to hide, the ovens are hot enough to warm a body." "I don't think I need warmth. I need answers." "Then drink up. The baker knows more than she tells." "And the baker stays alive." "Only if she keeps her mouth shut." "Some secrets are best kept in the dark, like yeast rising in the cold." "Is that a threat?" "It's a recipe for survival in Oakhaven."