Run: 2026-05-10-01KR92WPRMT5JYVD8CW45NJ9WV

The scent of warm cinnamon and yeast clung to the floral wallpaper of The Golden Crust. Flour dusted the mahogany counter like a light snowfall, and the bell above the door chimed a cheerful, tinny greeting. "Morning, Martha. The rolls are fresh out of the oven." "I'm not in the mood for sweets, Clara. Have you seen Arthur?" "I haven't. Why on earth would I?" "He didn't show up for the council meeting. His car is still in the driveway." "Maybe he's just sleeping in." "At six in the morning? Arthur is a clockwork man." "Perhaps he's visiting his sister in the city." "Without telling his wife? Don't be naive." "I'm simply suggesting possibilities." "Possibilities like the one where he's lying face down in the creek." "Good heavens, Martha! Please, take a scone and calm down." "I can't eat while the Mayor is missing." "He's not missing; he's probably just misplaced his keys." "His keys don't make him vanish from his own home."