Run: 2026-09-03-01M1K5ZT2BVQ5B48FD0533X97K

The bell over Honeycomb Bakery jingled as the rain started to tap against Main Street. The air was thick with cinnamon, butter, and fresh coffee. "You're early. The scones aren't even out of the oven yet." "I didn't come for the scones. Have you heard about old Mr. Finch?" "The locksmith? I heard he closed up shop early yesterday." "He didn't close up. His nephew found the door locked from the inside, keys still in the register. And the blueberry pie from here was sitting untouched on his counter." "That's his favorite. He orders it every Tuesday without fail. He'd never leave it uneaten." "Exactly. And there's a little sugar trail. From his shop, straight down the alley toward here. Like someone dragged a sack." "The only sack of sugar that went missing was mine. Ten pounds, vanished yesterday afternoon while I stepped out." A cold draft slipped through the kitchen door, carrying the faint, sweet scent. "So whoever took your sugar was in Finch's shop last night?" "Or Finch took it himself. But why leave his pie?" The oven timer dinged loudly, but neither moved to check it. Outside, the sugar trail was already dissolving in the rain.