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我写的双语小说《好运的代价》The Cost of Fortune门在陈伟身后无声地合拢，隔绝了外部世界所有的低语与嗡鸣。这里的空气更冷，更干燥，带着臭氧和昂贵空气清新剂的味道，像一个银行金库。房间不大，只有一张厚重的实木圆桌，五把高背皮椅，以及一面占据了整面墙的液晶显示屏幕，此刻暗着。没有装饰，没有窗户。唯一的照明来自天花板上一圈隐藏式灯带，投下毫无阴影的惨白光线。顾遥已经坐在背对屏幕的主位。桌边还坐着另外两人。The door closed soundlessly behind Chen Wei, cutting off all the whispers and hums from the outside world. The air here was colder, drier, carrying a blend of ozone and the scent of pricey air freshener, like a bank vault. The room was compact, furnished only with a hefty solid wood round table, five high-back leather chairs, and a wall-sized LCD screen that was currently dark. No adornments. No windows. The sole light source came from a ring of hidden ceiling fixtures, casting a stark, shadowless white glow.Gu Yao was already seated in the main chair, his back to the screen. Two other people were seated at the table.
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