Run: 2026-09-02-01M1H9CJR9Y6CKBVVXTV82ZMFM

Flour dusted the laminate counter, glittering under the warm glow of the display cases. The air hung heavy with yeast, butter, and the metallic tang of worry. "Your hands won't stop shaking. Stop kneading the dough; you'll tear it." Elise snatched a palette knife from the rack, scraping a smear of burnt sugar from the floor tiles. "Probably the rival pie shop down the street, desperate for a scare tactic. Drink your tea before your nerves spill it everywhere." "I can't help it, not with that note still burning a hole in my pocket. 'The glaze hides the rot.' Who would write such a thing?" The oven timer dinged, a shrill interruption that made both women flinch. Elise turned slowly toward the walk-in fridge, her shadow stretching long across the tiled floor. "Then lock the back door. If someone slipped something into our stock, they'll come back to finish the job. And leave the keys on the counter; we handle this before the customers arrive."