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The track shifted into the . This was the test. In standard mixes, the flute and the strings often bled together. But here, the surround channels separated the instrumentation. The tin whistle sat clearly in the center, bright and piercing. The violins swirled around him from the side speakers, creating a literal sphere of comfort. He felt surrounded by the safety of Bag End. He could practically smell the pipe-weed and the rain on the grass. La Guerra De Los Mapaches De Pompokodvdripac Best [DIRECT]
Usually, the track began with a solo of the strings—thin, melancholic, whispering of ancient evils. But Elias had only ever heard it in stereo. He clicked play and leaned back in his listening chair, the leather creaking in the silence.
But the true test was approaching. Track 3.