Run: 2026-03-18-01KM0A5VQH1Z43ST5H7SVNPC9Q

The scent of cinnamon and fresh bread wrapped around the tiny bakery as the bell above the door chimed. The afternoon crowd had thinned, leaving only a few scattered patrons. "Did you see the article about the old mill fire?" "Of course. Everyone’s talking about it. Seems suspicious, doesn’t it?" "Suspicious? It’s outright arson. And now with that developer sniffing around—" "Don’t even get me started. Rumor has it he offered good money to the family. Too good. When someone refuses that kind of deal, well…" A long pause stretched between them, broken only by the gentle clink of teacups. "Poor Mrs. Hendricks. First her husband, now this. Makes you wonder who’d want her land that badly." "Could be anyone. Half the town wants that mill for something—apartments, a boutique hotel, who knows. Greed does strange things." A tray of croissants wobbled as a hand reached for one. "Still… fire? That’s a little extreme, isn’t it?" "Extreme times call for extreme measures." The bell jingled again, and the whispering voice dropped to a murmur.