Run: 2026-10-20-01M5C69NV06PWP9PQ640P4R7CG

The bell above the bakery door chimed a cheerful off-key note as the morning fog pressed against the windows. Inside, the air was thick with cinnamon and rising dough. A tray of bear claws sat cooling on the counter, next to a handwritten sign that read *Try our new mystery muffin—no one knows what’s inside!* “You left the back window open again.” “It was stuffy. Besides, nothing’s missing.” “Then explain the powdered sugar footprints leading to the alley. And the single cherry tart left on the mayor’s porch with a bite taken out of it.” “Maybe the mayor got hungry.” “The mayor’s wife is calling it a pastry prowler. She wants to file a report.” “A report? It’s a tart, not a jewel heist.” “Tell that to the knitting circle. They’ve already started a neighborhood watch. With flashlights and everything.” “Well, if they’re watching, maybe they can figure out who keeps leaving crumbs on my doorstep.” “That’s your own doing. You drop more flour than a snowstorm.” “Then I guess the mystery’s solved. Case closed. Want a muffin?”