Run: 2026-09-03-01M1K58EK99HCFJQCTEY8FPBHD

The bell over Honeycomb Bakery jingled as rain tapped the windows on Main Street. The air was thick with cinnamon and butter, but the front display was half empty and a fine dusting of flour covered the floor in strange, shuffled patterns. "You were closed early yesterday, weren't you?" "Supposed to be. The oven's pilot light went out and I had to wait for the repairman." "That's odd. Mrs. Abernathy said she saw light in the back window well after ten." "Streetlight reflection. You know how it glares off the pans." "Maybe. But she also said she heard voices. And this was on the doorstep this morning." "What is that?" "A silver locket. Engraved with an M. It was half-buried in flour by the back door, right next to a set of muddy boot prints leading inside." "Oh dear. That looks like Martha's. She was supposed to drop off her famous pumpkin bread recipe last night and never showed." "The same Martha who threatened to pull out of the harvest festival if she didn't win?" "That one. And the back door is still unlocked." "Then we really shouldn't go opening it alone, should we?" "Probably not. But the kettle's still warm."