Run: 2026-07-25-01KYD687ZF36WP4DC5PQ595D6F

The bell over Sugar & Spice jingled, letting in a gust of cold October air and the smell of wet leaves. The last tray of maple scones was cooling on the rack, right next to the empty spot where the prize-winning apple pie had been. "You're early. I haven't even frosted the cinnamon rolls yet." "And you're out of apple pie again. That's three mornings in a row." "That wasn't me. Someone took it. The whole pie, right off the windowsill before the judging. Judge Henderson was not happy." "You think someone stole it to win the Harvest Festival?" "I think someone stole it because of what was hidden inside. Look." A folded piece of parchment slid across the flour-dusted counter, its corner still sticky with caramel. "Is that... is that my aunt's missing recipe card? Where did you find it?" "Baked right into the crust. And on the back, there's a note. It says 'Ask about the will.'" "Oh, my. We need to call Mabel. And maybe not eat anything else until we know who took those pies."