Run: 2026-05-10-01KR8XRZ3ZW3TGJVZQ5Y83XWJ2

The bell above the door gave a cheerful chime, slicing through the heavy, sweet scent of cinnamon and warming yeast. "You're late with the sourdough again, Martha." "The starter was acting temperamental this morning. You know how it gets when the humidity rises." "Temperamental? It’s yeast, not a moody teenager." "It’s alive, Arthur. There's a difference. Now, do you want the rye or not?" "I'll take the rye. And tell me, is it true what they're saying about the old mill?" "I don't deal in rumors. I deal in crusts and crumbs." "Come now. They say they found something in the cellar. Something that wasn't there during the spring cleaning." "If it isn't a misplaced bag of flour, I don't want to hear it." "It looked much heavier than flour. And much more... metallic." A heavy rolling pin hit the flour-dusted counter with a muffled thud. "One rye loaf. That'll be four dollars." "Is that all? No gossip included in the price?" "The price just went up to five."