Run: 2026-03-18-01KM1GF1KT2G7JSYWX2KF2ADMN

The bell over the door chimed as a breeze slipped in, carrying the scent of cinnamon and yeast. A woman in a flour‑dusted apron smiled, sliding a tray of scones onto the glass counter. "Morning, dear. The scones are still warm, and I’ve just pulled a batch of blueberry muffins from the oven." A man lingered near the case, his eyes tracing the empty spot where the blueberry muffins once sat. "I couldn’t help noticing the empty spot where the blueberry muffins used to be." The baker’s hands paused, worry crossing her face. "They vanished last night. Someone took the whole tray, just like that." The newcomer leaned in, voice low. "Maybe someone wanted the recipe. The ledger shows a page missing, the secret filling." She pulled a worn notebook from beneath the counter, flipping to a blank page. "If we find that page, we might know who’s behind it. I keep it tucked behind the bin, but it’s gone now." He glanced toward the kitchen, a smile forming. "I have a feeling the missing page is somewhere in the back. It’s a small place. Minutes should do it." The baker nodded, tension rising like dough. "Let’s look together, then."