Run: 2026-02-25-01KJBK97EF4SFDQ8XME71JTKW3

Warmth radiated from the ovens, mixing with the heavy scent of powdered sugar and damp wool. One figure wiped the counter, dusting away crumbs. The other leaned against the glass display. Outside, the street was silent. The bell chimed softly, but no one entered. "The blueberry scones were gone again. I checked the display case at six this morning." "They sell out quickly. It seems a popular morning." "Not that quickly. Not enough people in town to justify a full dozen vanishing overnight." "Don’t be absurd. I locked the pantry myself." "You always lock the pantry. Something tells me you missed a latch." "I don’t miss latches. I watch the front door. I watch the back." "Then why hasn’t anyone noticed?" "Maybe they noticed. Maybe they’re too polite to say anything." "I’ll start baking earlier. I’ll leave the door cracked open." "You can’t leave the door open with the smell of cinnamon. People know quietly." "Then I suggest you check the cellar." "I never leave the cellar unlocked." "That is exactly." "You never leave the cellar unlocked. But someone else might be hiding in the flour sacks." "If you find a missing person, don’t tell the sheriff." "I wouldn’t dare. I keep secrets just like I keep receipts, right now."