Run: 2026-03-03-01KJV0KAKX2Z0A239YG1KMZ7H8

The bell above the door chimed, a cheery note that fought against the gray drizzle soaking the pavement outside. Flour dust danced in the slivers of afternoon light, settling like snow on the glass display case. "You’re late. The scones are already cooling." "The roads are a muddy mess. Mrs. Gable blocked the entire lane again, acting like her prize-winning petunias deserve a private driveway." "Did you bring the file?" "Keep your voice down. The butter-churner is in the back, and she’s got ears like a hawk." "Stop hovering and set the bag on the counter. Did anyone follow you from the post office?" "Only a stray tabby, and it had more important things to do than spy on a bakery." "Don’t be flip. This town breathes gossip, and if that ledger goes missing, we’re the first ones they’ll dangle from the clock tower." "Just take it. My hands are shaking, and I think I’ve spilled enough powdered sugar to look guilty already." "Good. Now, grab a bag of sourdough and act like you actually intended to shop. People are starting to peek through the window."