Run: 2026-03-18-01KM08E2VEC4KZG5588K5KRARJ

Abell jingles as the door swings open, ushering in a rush of cool morning air mingled with the rich aroma of baking bread. Inside the cozy bakery, a regular settles onto a stool by the counter while the baker pulls a tray of golden croissants from the oven. "Hard to believe it's already October. Time flies when you're up to your elbows in dough." "Speaking of time, did you hear about the burglaries? Town’s all abuzz about it." "Over by Maple Street again? That’s the third this month." "Not rumors anymore. Old Man Thompson found his shop ransacked yesterday. Even took his grandmother’s heirloom watch." "My stars. Who’d steal from Thompson? That man wouldn’t hurt a fly." "Exactly why the sheriff’s baffled. No forced entry, no clues. Just poof—gone." The baker wipes her hands on her apron. "Between us, I saw someone skulking about last evening. Tall fellow in a dark coat. Never seen him before." The customer frowns. "Did you report it?" She shakes her head. "Didn’t think much of it at the time. Just didn’t sit right, that’s all."