Run: 2026-07-25-01KYD7A2J775DNM93M29YA5ABX

The bell above the door chimed as Mabel pushed inside, her coat still dusted with snow. "Morning, dear. Rough day?" "Rough doesn't cover it." Mabel shook her head, scanning the empty cases. "I was hoping for one of your cinnamon rolls." "I'm afraid Edith took the last batch home. Said she couldn't bear to sell them after her husband left her." Mabel sank into a chair, her hands trembling slightly as she wrapped them around a cup of coffee. "It's Harold. He's gone missing." The woman behind the counter wiped her hands on her apron, her expression softening. "How long has it been?" "Three days. His car's still in the driveway, keys in the ignition like he just stepped out for groceries." "Did he mention anything unusual? Strange phone calls, perhaps?" Mabel pulled a crumpled tissue from her pocket. "He'd been getting these... these postcards. No return address, just pictures of the old lighthouse. He seemed worried about them." The baker nodded slowly. "Funny thing about lighthouses. They're supposed to guide ships safely home, aren't they?"