Run: 2026-02-25-01KJBJM1EWH2ZW78CC27B4AAQ1

The bell jingled, cutting through the warm scent of yeast. You can't just walk in here looking like you're chasing a ghost. Didn't blink. Apron dusted with flour like fresh snow, soot on boots. Chasing a clue. Did you bake these croissants this morning? Of course. They rose in my oven. Why would you think otherwise? Wondering why the flour sacks moved before dawn. Near the back door. Someone sneaking around. She set down her rolling pin with a soft thud. Maybe they were stolen. Or maybe someone wanted a quiet place to hide. A quiet place for what? Hiding from the law? Hiding from the heat. Too hot in summer, check the walk-in first. The smell is different there. Like sulfur. Her hands stilled on the dough. Sulfur? That sounds like a bad omen. It's just a smell, isn't it? I'm sure it's nothing. Just the coal from the furnace. Another bell jingled as the door opened. Finish the batch before I ask about the ledger. Don't threaten me in my own shop, darling. The sugar is sweeter than your secrets. I just want the truth. About last night. Truth bakes up hot and rises slow. Come back at noon when the heat dies down.