Run: 2026-10-13-01M4TBKX05VMQ9TKZQK8FHKXY6

Morning light spilled across the checkered floor of the Honey Crust Bakery, catching dustings of flour like fresh snow. The cases were full, the coffee was perking, and something was very wrong with the blueberry muffins. "The recipe card is gone." "I thought you kept it in the tin by the register." "I did. Right under the spare keys and your secret stash of chocolate chips." "Those were for emergencies." "This qualifies. That card was the only copy of your grandmother's handwriting." "Maybe it fell behind the counter." "I already looked. Twice. And the back door was unlocked when I got here." "It sticks in humid weather." "It was bolted last night. I checked because of the festival money in the safe." "Is the safe—" "Empty. Well, not empty. Someone left a single lemon drop and a recipe for store-bought pie crust." "That's insulting." "That's a clue. Who in Maple Hollow would steal a muffin recipe and fifty dollars in quarters, then leave candy?" "Someone who wanted us to notice." "Or someone who knew the card was worth more than the money." "The bake-off is Saturday." "And last year, those muffins won by one vote." "One very suspicious vote." Outside, the town was waking up, unaware that war had been declared before breakfast.