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The audio begins with the distinct creaking sound of an old wooden door, slightly ajar, being pushed slowly. The sound echoes, suggesting a vast, perhaps empty, space beyond. There's a brief pause, a moment of silence filled only with the soft rustle of movement. Then, a firm hand audibly clamps onto the door. The background noise fades away as the hand starts to draw the door closer. The creaking intensifies, a testament to the door's age and the deliberate action of closing it. There's another pause, a breath held in anticipation. Finally, the door meets the frame with a resonating thump, a sound that echoes briefly before being swallowed by the silence of the sealed room.
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The audio begins with the distinct creaking sound of an old wooden door, slightly ajar, being pushed slowly. The sound echoes, suggesting a vast, perhaps empty, space beyond. There's a brief pause, a moment of silence filled only with the soft rustle of movement. Then, a firm hand audibly clamps onto the door. The background noise fades away as the hand starts to draw the door closer. The creaking intensifies, a testament to the door's age and the deliberate action of closing it. There's another pause, a breath held in anticipation. Finally, the door meets the frame with a resonating thump, a sound that echoes briefly before being swallowed by the silence of the sealed room.
