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The Halloween drop had just hit the counter, Phantom OG, glowing faintly under the shop lights. Customers crowded close for a sample sniff. Then, blink, the jar was gone.

No crash. No mess. Just the faint smell of citrus, a single silver ring print on the glass case, and a trail of pink shimmer that faded before the budtender could follow.

Four people had been right there:

• Jay, the quiet artist who once painted Beleaf's old logo, pink dust always clings to her sleeves.
• Emz, the self proclaimed reviewer who records and photographs every strain reveal for his blog.
• Shaggy, a freelance copywriter who helps the team name new strains every October, and still swears the best ones were his ideas.
• Mark, the chill regular who jokes that good weed belongs to whoever believes in it most, always spinning the silver rings on his fingers when he talks.

The budtender frowns. "Funny, someone in this room helped name Phantom OG once, cannot remember who."

Then, beneath the counter, you spot a scribbled note:

The Clue

Think about who would want to reclaim what they once helped create.