Run: 2026-07-25-01KYD7H4HV1QCYDCGQGGSRCZCP

The bell over Honeycomb Bakery jingled, letting in a gust of October air and the smell of wet leaves. The old radiator hissed behind the display case full of crooked apple danishes. "You're two hours late for the cinnamon rolls. I saved you one, though it might have gone a bit stale out of spite." "I was busy solving a murder, thank you very much. Stale spite-roll is perfect." "The only thing murdered here this morning was my sourdough starter. Look, it's bubbling like it's got a grudge." "Did Deputy Frank finally dust for prints on Mrs. Abernathy's missing cat trophy?" "He dusted the whole counter. Now everything tastes like fingerprint powder and regret. Here, taste this." "Is that... lavender?" "It was supposed to be vanilla. I got the jars mixed up after you left your true-crime podcast blasting all night." "Well, the victim in episode three was poisoned with lavender scones. Very on brand." "Wonderful. So if anyone else dies in this town, I'm officially a suspect." "Only if you keep baking like this. On second thought, better make it two rolls. I'll need the energy for the autopsy report."