Run: 2026-03-06-01KK1GPAA4370REGTCEXFAW3SA

The bell above the door chimed, and the warm scent of cinnamon swirled through the flour‑dusted air. A faint clatter of a rolling pin echoed from the back, where the old oven hissed softly. "Did you notice the little silver box on the counter this morning?" a voice asked, low enough not to disturb the other patrons. "It was there when I came in, but I thought it was just a cookie jar. Why?" The other replied, eyes flicking toward the glass display of almond croissants. "Because the town clerk's heirloom went missing last night, and the description matches that box exactly." The tone was half‑whisper, half‑joke, but the tension was real. "I heard Mrs. Dalloway saw someone in a blue coat leaving the bakery around ten." The reply came with a nervous chuckle, as if sharing a secret over a cup of tea. "Blue coat? That's the same one the postman wears when he delivers the morning papers." A soft laugh followed, then a pause. "Maybe the thief thought the bakery was a safe place to hide a treasure." The suggestion hung in the air, mingling with the scent of fresh bread. "Well, if they left a clue, it might be in the dough." A grin could be heard, even without a face to see it.