Run: 2026-09-03-01M1K52CP52PVQ3TGGDR8GXQ4Z

The bell above Sweet Crumbs jingled as rain tapped the windows. The smell of cinnamon and fresh bread filled the warm air. A tray of untouched scones sat by the register, beside a smudged empty spot where the blueberry pie usually cooled. Flour dust hung in the morning light, and the oven ticked as it cooled. "You're early. The pie isn't even out yet." "It was out last night, wasn't it? Mrs. Abernathy swears she saw it cooling by the window at eight." "Well, she saw wrong. I never leave pies by the window overnight. You know that." "Then why is the window latch broken? And why are there crumbs on the sill outside?" "Because someone wanted everyone to think I lost another baking contest. Again." "Sounds like someone in town really wants that first-place ribbon." "Only one person has lost to me three years in a row and keeps entering." "Shall we go ask her if she enjoyed the pie? I bet she left the dish behind." "She always does. Look, it's still in the trash, wiped clean." Outside, footprints led away from the sill toward Main Street, already fading in the rain.