Run: 2026-03-11-01KKFHRTJ3Q2A7GM85YT6935FS

The bell above the door jingled, a cheerful sound at odds with the early hour. “You’re here before the sun. Again.” “The early bird gets the last cinnamon swirl. Mrs. Henderson told me they’re being discontinued.” A soft thud of a dough ball hitting flour-dusted wood. “They’re not. I’m just trying a new recipe. The almond extract is better.” “The *vanilla* extract is a town staple. You can’t just change it.” “I’m not changing it. I’m improving it. Besides, the change might shake loose a secret or two. People talk over what they love… and what they notice is different.” A pause, filled with the hum of the proofer. “You think someone will mention something? About… that night?” “People notice changes. They gossip. And someone, somewhere, remembers seeing something they didn’t think was important. Until now.” The oven timer dinged, sharp and final. “Well, first you have to sell them the new rolls. And this batter smells… suspiciously like marzipan.” “Exactly. Now, pass me the raisins. We have work to do.”