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As the audio begins, the distinct metallic sound of an iron gate opens up to the listener's ear, dominating the soundscape. The echoing creaking noise suggests a large, heavy door being slowly pushed open. It groans against the weight and age, the rusted hinges protesting loudly with a high-pitched squeak, resonating with an eerie, almost ghostly quality. This is followed by a brief pause of silence, a still moment in time before the gate's journey continues. The squeaky noise then resumes, the door presumably continuing its reluctant journey. It's as if each creak tells a story of the door’s long life, each squeak akin to the memories of the countless times it's been opened and closed. The sound of metal grating against metal intensifies, the gate's iron hinges crying out against the strain. The sound slowly diminishes as the door finally comes to a rest, concluding its motion. Suddenly, the audio takes a turn. The
