Run: 2026-02-25-01KJBGAQ5GSGM5PRP7SG14Z070

The bell above the door jingled, cutting through the steady hum of the industrial mixer. Flour dusted the marble counter like fresh snow, undisturbed until now. The scent of cinnamon hung heavy. "You're late." "Traffic on Route Nine was a nightmare. Where's the order?" "Gone." "Gone? I paid for the blueberry tarts an hour ago." "Someone took them. Left this instead." A crumpled receipt slid across the marble. The ink was smudged, smelling faintly of lavender and something metallic. The paper was damp. "Did you see who?" "Wore a red coat. Didn't pay." "Red coat? Mrs. Higgins wears red." "Higgins is in the hospital. This coat was too big." "Maybe it was the wind." "Wind doesn't leave a business card." A small card sat atop the receipt. No name, just a phone number and a single word: *Remember.* The edges were charred. "Remember what?" "The fire last winter." "That was an accident." "Was it?" "She never told anyone about the sprinklers. You know what that means." The oven dinged, signaling the end of the batch. Warmth radiated from the heavy door, but the room felt suddenly cold. The smell of burnt sugar filled the air, masking the scent of fear.