Run: 2026-03-18-01KM08ENDHG34Q404AZV2YTN8F

The bell above the door jingled as the morning crowd started to thin out. The scent of cinnamon and fresh bread hung thick in the air, blending with the murmur of satisfied customers. A steaming cup of coffee was placed on the counter with a clink, right beside a half-eaten blueberry muffin. "Did you see the article in the Gazette about the old Miller house?" "Hard to miss, isn’t it? They say the place has been empty for decades, and now someone’s renovating it." "Wonder who’s behind it. You’d think they’d tell folks something, stop them from speculating." "Maybe they don’t want the attention. You know how the town loves a good mystery." "True. But a renovation project in Miller’s place? That’s practically historic." A chuckle followed, the sound light but with an edge. "Historic or just plain eerie. I heard the previous owners swore the house was haunted." A pause, then a sigh. "You can’t believe everything you hear. Still... I’d keep an eye on that place if I were them." The clatter of dishes broke the quiet as someone cleared a table nearby, the sound sharp against the warm hum of conversation. A blueberry muffin crumb caught the light on the counter, forgotten.