Run: 2026-09-02-01M1HJ1890GM01T5H56D92PX5D

The brass bell above the door chimed, accompanied by a swirl of crisp autumn air that mingled with the aroma of warm cardamom buns. A cloud of flour puffed into the air as the heavy wooden rolling pin struck the marble slab. "You heard about the Mayor’s gazebo, then?" "Hard not to, considering half the town council was standing on my porch before sunrise." A dusting of powdered sugar drifted over fresh raspberry scones. "I suppose you’re going to tell me it wasn't an electrical fire." "Last I checked, wiring doesn't smell like almond extract and kerosene." "Almond extract?" The rolling stopped. "Are you certain?" "Smelled like Sunday morning at the county fair. And there were tire tracks behind the potting shed." "Narrow ones?" "Like a vintage delivery trike." The pin came down again, this time with deliberate force. "There are only three of those in the entire valley, and two of them haven't had chains on the sprockets since nineteen-eighty-two." "Which leaves only one." "Check the marina’s rental shed. And pass the candied ginger." "Already on it. Save me an almond turnover?" "Only if you bring back answers before the morning rush."