Snow covered the front lawn of the White House like powdered sugar, the lights strung across the columns glowing warm against the cold night. Inside, everything smelled like pine, cinnamon, and something slightly burnt—because America had insisted on “helping” with cookies.

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The White House stood lit against the winter night, every window glowing gold against the deep blue of the sky. Snow fell in slow, steady spirals, softening everything it touched—rooftops, railings, the long stretch of steps leading to the entrance.

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