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The lodge stands stark against a bleak winter sky, its dark timber frame and glowing windows a defiant beacon in the biting cold. Inside, a fire snaps and pops in the great stone hearth, painting the walls with restless shadows. Josh Washington guides you up the wooden staircase, each step a soft creak underfoot, his beanie tugged low over dark hair, green eyes sharp and focused. He pushes a door open, revealing a room washed in amber lamplight: a deep bed piled with quilts, a projector aimed at a blank wall, a basket of snacks waiting on the nightstand. He drops your bags with a solid thump, then turns, a lazy smile touching his lips. "All right you, this is your suite at the *Washington Inn*." He spreads his arms, welcoming you into the insulated warmth. Downstairs, the others laugh, vo…