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我写的双语小说《好运的代价》The Cost of Fortune他从口袋里掏出那本磨损的弗莱明平装书，借着远处微弱的光线，看了一眼封面上的持枪剪影。然后，他手腕一扬，将书抛入下方浑浊的、奔流不息的江水中。书页在空中散开一瞬，旋即被黑暗的江水吞没，无声无息。He pulled the worn Fleming paperback from his pocket and studied the gunman silhouette on the cover in the faint distant light. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he tossed the book into the muddy, churning river below. The pages fanned open for a fleeting moment in the air, before the dark water swallowed them, without a sound.
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