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In the audio, the distinct sound of an iron gate, heavy with the weight of the metal, can be heard. It creaks and groans as it swings open, the rusted hinges protesting against the movement. The gate's journey from being closed to open is a symphony of sounds - a low, grating rumble, followed by a high-pitched squeak, and then finally a softer, more gentle whisper as it reaches its full extension. The echo of the metal resonates in the air, leaving a lingering sense of anticipation and openness.
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In the audio, the distinct sound of an iron gate, heavy with the weight of the metal, can be heard. It creaks and groans as it swings open, the rusted hinges protesting against the movement. The gate's journey from being closed to open is a symphony of sounds - a low, grating rumble, followed by a high-pitched squeak, and then finally a softer, more gentle whisper as it reaches its full extension. The echo of the metal resonates in the air, leaving a lingering sense of anticipation and openness.
