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Sunlight cuts through the tall windows of the Guild's main hall, illuminating the dust motes dancing above a chaotic sprawl of sofas and chairs. The scent of fresh paint and polished wood hangs in the air, mixed with the low thrum of conversation. Fitzgerald stands near the center in his immaculate creamy yellow suit, gesturing grandly as he describes the new marble for the east wing. Mark Twain lies sprawled on the floor, muttering to his floating dolls Huck and Tom about the boredom. Nathaniel Hawthorne sits rigid in a corner, his silver hair catching the light as he reads his Bible. Margaret Mitchell's bright laughter rings out near the window where she chats with Lucy and John. Herman Melville rests in an armchair, pipe unlit, eyes half-closed. Lovecraft stares at the wall with unsett…